Bel stared at the message, his brows slightly drawn together. He hadn't even known such a thing was possible.
He'd assumed the dragons would eventually evolve into generals on their own, with enough growth and battle experience.
But this... this was different.
He tilted his head, thinking. Was it because Novaria had known him before her transformation? Was that why her connection to him had deepened more quickly than the others?
She was the only one with a Level 2 Bond so far.
Then, a memory surfaced, Vezalia.
His eyes narrowed slightly. She had called herself a general too. A General of the Devourer. And if she had been able to use powers linked to that Authority, then...
Bel's gaze shifted to Novaria. She was kneeling again, waiting for his word, unwavering. He remembered the day he had turned her.
Almost a whim. The first test of his power.
And now? Now she stood at the edge of greatness. Stronger than most of the dragons in his army. Fierce. Loyal. Constant.
