(Inside the Mural, Before The Primordial Dragon, Leo's POV)
Leo and the dragon kept staring at one another for the better part of a minute, until it was the dragon who broke the silence first, its voice deep and deliberate, like a distant avalanche rolling through ancient mountains.
"You are not one of mine," the dragon said without opening its mouth, as it seemed to be communicating via telepathy.
"And yet… you bear a Dragon Heart."
Its head tilted slightly, massive and unhurried, the red eye never once blinking as it narrowed upon him.
"Human boy… What madness brought you to this place? What arrogance gave you the right to carry a flame that was never yours?"
Leo stiffened, unsure how to answer at first as his instincts told him to lower his gaze, show deference and bow, however, something inside him resisted that command.
