"What kind of power was that? I should be the one asking you that question," Orion retorted. "A golden horn? The Dragon of the Void?"
Truthfully, this was the first time Orion had ever heard of such an esoteric art. Then again, it was highly likely an innate racial ability unique to Tegon Calthor's specific draconic bloodline.
"Your Excellency," Tegon said, his tone placating but tense. "A mere High Lord is not worth the two of us tearing each other apart in a war of attrition."
A single exchange was all it took for Tegon to realize Orion was lethally dangerous. He didn't want this fight.
"What you consider a trivial matter is a blood feud to my brothers," Orion replied coldly. "No one orchestrates a hit on our own and walks away."
Since the old dragon had used a mystic art to slip the gravitational crush of his Divine Kingdom once, he could probably do it again. Orion wasn't going to rely on passive domain powers anymore; sometimes, cutting corners was a fatal mistake.
