Klaus stood transfixed, his gaze sweeping across the expansive surroundings as the dragon's resounding voice echoed through the air. Every fiber of his being was attuned to the moment, absorbing every minute detail of the surrounding, determined to capture its essence.
Yet, as seconds ticked by, a perplexed expression etched itself upon Klaus's face. His brows knitted together, the lines of confusion deepening.
Slowly turning towards the dragon, he voiced his growing bewilderment. "Who are they?" His voice quivered, betraying a mix of curiosity and trepidation.
A deep rumble emanated from the dragon's throat, its frown deepening with each passing moment. It surveyed the surroundings, its eyes scanning intently, but no visible threat presented itself.
The dragon's silence hung heavily in the air, punctuated only by the palpable intensity of its killing intent.
