Vaelros, the [Primordial Fate Dragon], gazed at Alex with wide, calculating eyes.
The swirling golden vortex in Alex's irises caught his attention immediately.
He had seen this kind of aura before, one that did not belong to mere mortals.
It was a presence that defied destiny itself.
A flicker of doubt crossed his mind.
"A god…?" Vaelros wondered, narrowing his gaze. "No… they wouldn't be here."
If a god had descended, the world itself would have trembled in warning.
That left him with only one possibility.
"A God's Chosen One," he muttered under his breath.
For a brief moment, an unfamiliar sensation crawled through Vaelros, something close to hesitation.
But he quickly shook it off.
Fear? No. A Primordial Dragon did not fear anyone, not even those touched by divinity.
Yet, Alex wasn't an ordinary human.
