Liam let out a low sigh, his breath visible in the cool night air as he tilted his head back to gaze at the moon. Its pale glow bathed the empty colosseum in silver light, casting long shadows that danced around him. He lowered his eyes to Nyxie, still curled up nearby, her glowing eyes fixed intently on him.
"The last dragon of her kind, huh," Liam muttered to himself, his voice barely audible. His thoughts drifted to the folk tales he had heard as a child. Dragons—beings of unmatched intelligence, wisdom, and strength. They weren't just mythical creatures; they were symbols of balance and raw magical power.
At this point, Liam knew dragons weren't mere stories. Nyxie had proven that. Her actions, her instincts—they all pointed to an intelligence far greater than any ordinary magical beast.
'She's already shown how smart she is,' Liam mused, his crimson eyes narrowing thoughtfully. 'But I wonder... can she speak?'
