The woman in question stood calmly, her very presence distorting the space around her. The mist coiling around her seemed to devour light itself, creating an eerie, shifting void. Even the Eternal Gods nearby instinctively kept their distance.
"And the other one?" Apollo asked.
Kael smirked. "That guy over there—the one who looks half-dragon and filled with a terrifying, oppressive aura."
His gaze shifted toward the figure Kael pointed out.
The man stood tall, his golden-scaled arms crossed over his chest. Fiery draconic energy radiated from him, distorting the air around his body. His very presence carried an oppressive weight, making even some Eternal Gods wary. Two curved black horns extended from his head, pulsating with an ancient, destructive power.
"The Dragon king's heir," Kael continued. "He's said to have inherited the bloodline of an ancient primordial dragon. Some say his mere breath can incinerate stars, and his fists can crack reality itself."
