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"W-what? A Dragon?! Are you certain Gan Ceann?"
Valeria covered her mouth, her hands trembling in shock.
"... Yes."
"It killed a hundred of my men with a single swipe of its claws, burning any survivors to a crisp with its breath..."
Gan Ceann's expression distorted violently as he recalled the events that transpired, the hellscape caused by the wrath of said Dragon induced an indescribable fear within him.
He began breathing rapidly as if he was about to have a panic attack.
Valeria stepped forward to embrace him but he raised his palm to stop her, he could not risk being seen embracing a Princess, a daughter of the one he swore fealty to.
"Fuuu..."
Gan regulated his breath and calmed his nerves.
"Is it... An Ancient Dragon?"
