Asher's eyes darted to Rowena's with a mixture of skepticism and curiosity, "Drakaris?" He exhaled slowly, the gravity of the name resonating with every fiber of his being, "I've read ancient texts and heard tales of great dragons, but one that lived for over 7000 years? That's a legend, not history. If such a creature existed and held that kind of power, how come it's not common knowledge?"
Rowena looked up, her eyes reflecting the glow of the blood moon, "The dragons we speak of today are but a mere shadow of what Drakaris was believed to be and was considered the king of all. Yes, our dragons may live up to a thousand years, but Drakaris... he was an entity beyond comprehension. Just his size alone could cover our entire kingdom. Tales say he had the might to reduce the world to ashes if he wanted to."
A hint of a smile danced on Asher's lips, "Legends do have a tendency to exaggerate. It's a bit hard to swallow that one creature had that much power."
