"Another dragon blood?" Ace muttered silently, his eyes fixed on the familiar bottle in Andrew Dawn's hands. The vibrant crimson liquid inside seemed to stir something within him. It wasn't that he didn't appreciate the gift; after all, it was a substance from a majestic dragon, and that held a certain allure. However, as Ace observed the contents of the bottle, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing, like a puzzle piece that didn't quite fit.
Unbeknownst to Ace, Andrew Dawn, who had a keen perception of Ace's emotions, noticed the subtle change in his demeanor. He knew that something was amiss, and it puzzled him. Andrew couldn't quite grasp why Ace would react this way to a gift he thought would be cherished.