"Well... I guess I just got lucky," Kyle said with a light laugh.
The man studied him intently, tapping a pen rhythmically against the stack of papers in front of him as he tried to catch on any reaction from Kyle but unfortunately, he couldn't.
His eyes went to Void, who stood calmly beside Kyle, his imposing figure drawing equal parts of awe and unease. The creature's gaze was sharp, almost too intelligent, and the faint upward curl of its mouth seemed like a smirk.
'Lucky? That's one way to put it,' he thought to himself and sighed.
'This boy has no idea what he's stumbled upon.'
Creatures with even a hint of draconic bloodline were a rarity in Zekkoa and an oddity most people would never encounter in their lifetime.
Dragons, the true dragons, were long extinct, but their descendants, though diluted, were still powerful.
