Ardyn Veylith was watching from above, his arms were crossed.
He had now stopped to pretend like he was watching it casually.
Each time Adam was using his power's, Ardyn felt an echo, a pull, it was faint, distant, but yet familiar at the same time.
It felt like dragon blood, but it was far more ancient than his one.
That thought alone was enough to unsettle him.
"A dragon pretending to be human," he murmured. "With such an ancient bloodline that even the council doesn't know of?"
One of the dragon attendants leaned closer, it was the one Adam battled before. "Should we inform them, the council?"
Ardyn just shook his head. "No, not yet."
His gaze then hardened.
"Let's see how far he can hide this."
***
The cult wasn't celebrating.
They weren't even rushing.
They were just waiting.
