The arrival of the Achilles Gold Dragon stirred a ripple of joy that manifested as broad smiles on the faces of both the dragon and the octopus.
They watched with fascination as Klaus, the newfound dragon, navigated his surroundings. His wings flapped sporadically, his tail followed in a gentle sway, and he fought gravity with a grace that was yet to fully mature. However, with each passing moment, each beat of his wings, his flight grew gradually smoother, more natural.
Minutes passed like this, the octopus and dragon watching with rapt attention. Then, with a slow descent, Klaus returned to the ground. He locked eyes with his dragon kin, a spark of newfound understanding in his gaze.
"You were right," he admitted, his voice a low rumble. "I am indeed frok the Dragon Empire."
"Indeed, you are," the dragon murmured, a note of pride in its voice. "But you're not just any dragon, you are the heir to the Empire."
