'Who… what are you?' Veldora's voice resonated deep within Aleron's mind, carrying a strange mixture of confusion and wariness.
Aleron froze for a brief moment. What did she mean by "what"?
He hesitated, his mind dipping into deep contemplation.
It seemed Veldora could sense something unusual within him, something fundamentally different.
He too could feel the change. His body and soul had shifted drastically, and within him stirred a presence that was both ancient and forbidden. Something had awakened, a force connected to his Origin Devourer bloodline.
He could not yet put his finger on it, but the sensation was undeniable. Even the mighty dragon before him appeared to sense the terrifying essence flowing through his veins.
Aleron remained silent for a while, shaping his thoughts into a reply that would carry both weight and mystery.
Finally, he sighed softly, his voice calm yet resonant. 'I am Aleron… your father. The father of dragons.'
