"Are you going to keep watching?" his sweet maid asked, her golden eyes turning toward him with a curious glint as they floated high in the dark clouds. She hid it under a cold gaze, but pretending with someone like him was pointless.
He shifted his attention back to the advancing abominations and his Star Performer lying unconscious in the center, too weak to defend herself. His lips curled, watching the boy beside her that was already bracing to fight.
He rubbed his chin, his ruby eyes glinting in the darkness.
'Seems like you have smitten another one yet again, little damsel.'
But Jayden's focus drifted to the boy for a different reason—he sensed a familiar aura, something heavy and boiling, strong enough to make him take it seriously.
The domineering aura of the Ancestral Dragon Progenitor—something that shouldn't exist after Thalos was destroyed and his immortal spirit erased.
