Then came a stark contrast. A figure with a vibrant, green earth colored cape strode forward, posture flawless, movements smooth, every gesture deliberate. Calm and poised, he faced the line of warriors with an aura of absolute control.
"Prince Draculeus, I am Luavier of House Verdantwings. We are the Sovereigns of the Sky. My House is known for mastering the winds. You bear the wings of a Dragon, and I am the greatest Wyrmwing rider of this generation. Together, we will command the skies and dominate them. I am the partner who will ensure you truly own the heavens."
Sairant's wide, silver eyes followed him, a whisper escaping his lips:
"Oh… to be confident like him… I bet he would be chosen by His Majesty…"
