Upon hearing the dragon's cold and commanding voice, Klaus couldn't help but take another step backward, his eyebrows furrowing in an instant.
The sheer presence of the majestic creature was overwhelming, and the weight of its words hung heavily in the air.
"You know me?" Klaus's voice trembled, soft and gentle, as if trying to maintain composure in the face of an unimaginable force.
In response, the dragon offered a firm nod, its piercing gaze fixed upon Klaus. "Of course, I know you," it replied with a deep rumble. "Who doesn't know Niklaus Drakonov, heir of the Dragon Empire?"
The words struck Klaus like a bolt of lightning, sending shockwaves of disbelief through his mind. His eyes twitched, and he found himself staring at the dragon, utterly dumbfounded.
It was if the beast had just told him the sky was green.
"The Dragon Empire's heir?" Klaus echoed, the confusion seeping into his voice. "What are you talking about?"
