(A few minutes later)
After being unwantedly declared the equal of an Ancient Dragon—and leaving the Emperor, the Empress, and my parents in a state of absolute, paralyzed confusion as to why a "magicless" girl like me is now on par with their Eternal Guardian—we make our escape.
We are currently marching toward Lucian's private study. Since I'm hunting for a way to decode the mysterious language Lioren left behind, who better to ask than the three most knowledgeable beings in existence?
As we walk, the hallway turns into a sea of terrified, bowing nobles. Their eyes widen in stunned disbelief as they witness the sheer power dynamic on display
To my right, Lucian the strongest mage alive, radiating a cold, protective aura.
To my left, Rhaegor the Skyfire Tyrant, casually puffing his pipe and treating me like his favorite niece.
Directly behind my right shoulder Kael, the "Instant-Kill" knight, hand on his hilt and eyes scanning for threats.
