“If that were the case, Hadjar, why would you or anyone else be here?” Sin pointed his thumb behind him, where numerous servants, warriors, and mages were descending from the clouds toward the meadows. Whatever was going to happen next, it would be more sensible to go down than to stay in the air.
Hadjar was about to say that he wasn’t related to the aforementioned people, but then he stopped. That would’ve been a lie. Traves had given Hadjar his heart, and had also been his ancestor on his father’s side. This meant that Hadjar had a small bit of dragon blood in him. This blood was probably what had allowed the Duran family to become the rulers of Lidus and hold the title of its strongest warriors for thousands of years.
“The wreath, Hadjar,” Sin’Magan continued, mistaking Hadjar’s sil
