Archer noticed the boy he had seen earlier, who appeared to be around 15 or 16 years old. She turned her gaze back to him, her eyes shining with curiosity. "Are you a dragon?"
Aiza's excitement surprised her brother, who had anticipated a different reaction. But instead, she was thrilled and eager to see.
He nodded in response to the girl's question. With that, he rose from his seat and moved away from the table, raising his arms while whispering his favorite word. "Draconis."
The room around him grew quiet as everyone watched in anticipation. A pair of massive, white wings emerged from his back, their scales shimmering in the light as if from nowhere.
They were magnificent, and the room was filled with gasps and whispers of excitement. At the same time, Archer's fingers elongated, stretching out into long, sharp claws.
