When Fuehr Last heard the words “Dragon King,” he froze. He lowered his gaze, avoiding Leon’s eyes, a sign of hesitation that only strengthened Leon’s suspicions.

A smirk crossed Leon’s face as he said, “I’ve always wondered why the Empire was so intent on collecting heart-protecting dragon scales. Was it really just to create hybrid creatures like Konstantin? No, that was only one step in the Empire’s larger plan, not the true goal.”

Leaning in closer, Leon continued, “Let’s make a bold guess. You and others like you have lived far longer than any human should, thanks to dragon scales taken from defeated Dragon Kings. The secret to your longevity lies in those scales, doesn’t it?”

Leon reached out, grabbing Fuehr by the collar and lifting him off the ground. Fuehr’s legs dangled as he struggled, his face twisted in defiance even as fear flickered in his eyes.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Fuehr spat.

“Don’t understand? That’s fine,” Leon replied, reaching his other hand toward Fuehr’s chest. “I’m guessing the secret to your extended life is right here. If I pull it out, would you age to dust in seconds?”

The threat hung heavy in the cell, and outside, Rebecca and the others could hear every word. Martin shook his head, saying, “Captain’s gotten a bit more intense, hasn’t he? Hard to tell who’s the villain here.”