As Owen and Chronara approached the tower of royals, Four silhouettes stood at the tower's base.
Owen's Mana Sense spreaded passively, reading power signatures that made his bloodline resonate. The center figure registered first: it was Dominus, his presence massive even in his humanoid form, wearing the a regal robe that symbolised his leadership like armor. Three others flanked him: Zephron's with his scales that had a lightining crackling energy along his arms, Verida's toxic green aura pulsed, and Glacius stood ice-pale and motionless.
The Greater Dragons.
All four turned as Owen approached.
Zephron's eyes widened. His gaze snapped between Owen, Dominus, and the Tower of Royals, confusion written across his face. "What the—"
"How does this juvenile have the King's aura?" Verida's hand moved to her side, where a weapon would be in combat form. Her voice carried edge and suspicion. "My King, what is this?"
