Time seemed to stand still as Raziel gazed into those ancient, all-seeing eyes, feeling an overwhelming mix of awe, fear, and a strange sense of reverence.
Before he knew it, he knelt on the cold, rocky summit, his entire being engulfed in the presence of Drakaris.
The dragon's voice, deep and resonant, seemed to reverberate through the very air around him,
"Boy... Did you risk your life coming here to seek my power to help you, just like everyone else has tried?" Drakaris's voice boomed, sending tremors through Raziel's body.
Raziel, momentarily taken aback by Drakaris' imposing presence, gathered his courage and spoke, "O S-Supreme One, as you already know... I seek retribution against those werewolves who slaughtered my people and everyone I loved. I beg you to please punish them—."
"Why should I help you?" Drakaris's tone was calm, but it carried an edge of indifference that shook Raziel.
