A Technique Beyond Words
Maya sucked in a sharp breath.
"Gasp… Drake Rampage?"
Her lips parted slightly, shock flickering across her face. The name alone carried weight—ancient, oppressive, like something that did not belong to ordinary techniques.
A technique named after a drake…
And not just named—but spoken with that kind of certainty.
It wasn't arrogance.
It was… fact.
She turned to look at him this time.
Really look.
For a brief moment, the playful man from earlier—the one teasing her, making her lose composure—seemed to vanish.
What remained…
Was something deeper.
Calm. Vast. Unfathomable.
Like a quiet ocean hiding storms beneath.
"…That's not simple at all," she whispered.
Back then, Maya thought of anything linked to a drake or dragon as wild - crushing, fierce, impossible to halt. The moment Leon brought it up, her mind jumped straight to violence, raw and unrelenting.
But now…
The way he spoke…
