'It is the Black Fiend...' A strange voice hissed in a low whisper, accompanied by an undertone of wonder.
'It is the Black Fiend, is it not?' Another whispered, with a tone just as low, so much so that it was barely audible.
'The Black Fiend? The only Black Scaled dragon left alive?' A third whisper echoed, sounding distant.
'Indeed. It is surely him!' The first voice affirmed.
Xenon's brows twitched slightly, not for the first time these days, those strange voices bickered away.
In the first few days after he regained consciousness, Xenon had encountered it for the first time, that feeling like he was being watched from a great distance.
Of course Xenon had immediately been on alert but he had not acknowledged the presence, there had not been a need to.
