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Chapter 17 - The Ancient Sovereign

The elder dragon stared down at Winn with ancient, knowing eyes that held the weight of centuries. It didn't roar or show aggression; instead, it lowered its massive horned head toward Kestrel, touching snouts in a silent, reverent greeting of kin.

Kestrel turned toward Winn, gently nudging her forward with his nose, encouraging her to step closer to the ancient beast.

"Greetings, little one," a voice echoed directly inside Winn's mind—not a sound from the throat, but a deep, resonant telepathic resonance that made her knees go weak.

"You... you can speak through the bond?" Winn gasped aloud, clutching her head.

"We speak through the soul," the elder dragon’s voice resonated in her thoughts. "For three decades, the council has hunted our bloodline, harvesting our core magic to fuel their endless thirst for dominion. Your arrival here with the last true royal bloodline is no accident."

The elder dragon shifted its massive claw, scraping away a layer of loose dirt and ice to reveal an old, sealed chest bearing the crest of the late High General Vane.

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Winn knelt beside the chest, unlatching the heavy iron clasp. Inside lay original parchment documents, signed confessions, and royal decrees proving that Chancellor Reev and the current Magistrate Council had murdered General Vane thirty years ago to usurp control of the dragon academies and start the illegal core-harvesting program.

The evidence was absolute. It wasn't just local corruption—it was a systemic conspiracy at the highest levels of the realm.

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