Leon finally understood why the orb had felt so strangely familiar the moment he saw it. It wasn't just curiosity or awe, it was resonance. The faint pulse he'd felt deep within his chest was the reaction of his Primordial Dragon Art, stirring to life as if the black orb were calling to it.
'So that's it… it's reacting to the dragon trait within me,' Leon thought, his gaze fixed on the shifting black surface that seemed to drink in the light around it.
The Emperor noticed the faint glow in Leon's eyes, the subtle thrum of energy that rippled through the air. "It seems it likes you," Alexander said, amusement curling at the edge of his voice.
Leon blinked. "It… likes me?"
The Emperor chuckled softly, the kind of sound that carried both wisdom and power. "Nigg'erite is a powerful ore, yes, but its strength doesn't lie in its durability."
Leon tilted his head, puzzled. "It doesn't?"
