Chapter One Hundred and Seventy-Seven
Thalgrun stood frozen.
His divine-forged warhammer, a relic passed down from the dwarven pantheon, trembled slightly in his grip—not from fear, but sheer awe.
The sheer presence of Xar'Zenth distorted the very air, and now… now the Primordial Dragon had declared Crow his master.
Thalgrun's eyes twitched, sweat beading down his temple despite the mountain-cold air.
"By the molten veins of the Worldforge…" he whispered. "That thing… that being... bows to you?"
Crow gave a calm nod, his expression unreadable.
Xar'Zenth exhaled, and galaxies briefly flickered in the mist. Even reality itself dared not intrude.
Thalgrun stepped back, stunned. "You're not just another summoner… You're something else entirely."