Chapter 292

• [Primus]
• Sitting in a large, plush chair on the other side of the room is a drake of incredible age. He’s in his bipedal form, his iridescent tail wrapping around him to rest in his lap, his fan-like ears fallen into wrinkled lobes, his golden eyes still sharp despite the visible ache in his bones and joints. Unlike the Crystalborn from the meeting hall, in bipedal form the archon has a shock of white hair that falls to his shoulders in tight curls, looser than Carnelia’s tighter coils.
• Unless there is another dragon as old in this place, this could only be the Archon.