บท 258: 258. Crimson Reckoning (1)

I stared at Benedict, my eyes boring into him. Judging by his trembling form as he prostrated himself, he must have misunderstood the look I gave him. Awe, not fear, now dominated his expression as he pressed his forehead to the ground.

"I-I knew it!" he stammered, voice shaking. "We... We have committed a grave sin by harming the Dragon's descendant! Denril... Denril will be destroyed!"

A Dragon's descendant?

The words hit me like a tidal wave. Suddenly, everything clicked into place. The strange pull, the restless stirring in my blood every time I was near the child—it all made sense now. My blood had never reacted to anyone like that before. The realization surged through me, fierce and undeniable. He wasn't just special. He was one of us. He was a Dragon, too.