The Drake let out a low grunt. Its golden eyes locked on him, and for a brief moment, something flickered behind them—understanding.
It understood him.
But it couldn't speak.
Ethan exhaled slowly, already suspecting the truth.
'So even at this stage, it hasn't acquired communication intelligence, huh?'
He wasn't frustrated. Just thoughtful. He turned his head slightly toward Kaeryx.
"Grant it communication intelligence," Ethan ordered plainly.
Kaeryx's head lowered ever so slightly in acknowledgment, his eyes glowing with divine flame.
[As you command, Master…]
A low hum pulsed in the air, subtle and strange. It wasn't magic in the traditional sense—it was something higher.
A divine command from a being that stood above natural law.
The Thunderwing Drake suddenly jerked. Its body tensed as if a rush of new sensations flooded its mind all at once. Its breathing became erratic. Eyes widened. Shock rippled across its draconic face.
And then… silence.
