As soon as the dragon spoke its name, it triggered a memory in Nithroel's mind. She had heard the name Azurith before, long ago during a visit to the mortal realm, before the previous Dark Lord erected a barrier between the realm of gods and the mortal world. Back then, the name Azurith was whispered among the Dragon Clan and the beastmen. She vividly remembered how Edros, the Beast King who led the beastmen against the dragons in a great war, prayed to her, the Goddess of Hunt, for aid in hunting Azurith.
But after Edros lost the war and the dragon clan vanished from the treacherous ocean, the name Azurith had not crossed her ears until now.
"Azurith…" Nithroel murmured, her voice barely audible, filled with the weight of familiarity and a hint of a forgotten past. Seeing her reaction, Michael could tell that she was more than just familiar with the name. However, for him, Azurith's intentions and goals, shrouded in mystery, were more pressing than his identity.
