Across the room, the seven exceptional warriors froze.
Hank.
Luavier.
Sairant.
Forsha.
Killian.
Cassandra.
Arteé.
Each felt their hearts slam against their ribs, a pulse of fear and wonder alike. Arteé, the cleverest among them, fingers trembling as he adjusted his glasses, whispered:
"This… this is not a simple accolade. Not the kind where a king taps a shoulder and calls you a knight. When a Dragonborn chooses someone… it means something entirely different."
Cassandra hissed, excitement sparking in her eyes:
"It means… the Dragonborn will share his blood. Ugh! BLOOD!"
Killian bared his fangs.
"Dragonborn blood is not just blood. It's power. It's everything."
Luavier, still composed, murmured:
"If His Majesty… Prince Draculeus allows his blood to flow into me… it would bind us, transform me, elevate me beyond ordinary warriors."
Sairant shivered, imagining the sheer force he could inherit.
