"Priel Saalar greets the Dark King." He placed his fist over his chest in a formal salute and offered a profound bow.
Priel's words immediately captured Orion's attention. His gaze shifted to Aedeos, who, although not kneeling or bowing, stood with rigid stillness, focusing all his attention on Adron.
This confirmation settled it: the leader of the Black Dragons was indeed the Dark King.
Orion's gaze sharpened as he fixated on the Dark King. Sensing his scrutiny, the Dark King turned his attention toward Orion. A sly smirk spread across his otherwise indifferent face, revealing a mouthful of razor-sharp teeth. His lips curled at the corners, giving him a predatory, almost feral appearance.
In that unsettling smile, Orion sensed a surge of excitement and anticipation, a harbinger of grim tidings. He knew it was nothing but a bad omen.