Sylindra's trembling fingers signed Aelindros's response with mechanical precision: "Sacrifice for greatness."

David's measured voice cut through the emotional devastation with strategic clarity. "And the evidence against you was prepared in advance."

It wasn't a question. His tactical mind had already identified the coordination required for such a complete betrayal.

Sylindra's jerky signing confirmed his assessment, council members already corrupted and ready to believe lies, witnesses prepared with testimonies that painted her as the true conspirator, documents forged with supernatural skill to support the fabricated narrative.

"They eliminated everyone who could vouch for your character," David observed with clinical precision. "Professional work."

The signing that followed showed the systematic execution of loyalty. Sylindra's hands moved in repetitive motions, sword falling, sword falling, sword falling, as she was forced to watch the methodical murder of everyone who had ever shown her kindness or respect.

Yue hesitated to repeat certain accusations, as though speaking them aloud would make them heavier, more real than they already were.

The final phase of Sylindra's story came through gestures growing weaker as she relived her ultimate degradation. She touched her throat repeatedly, signing for 'voice stolen' and 'marked like cattle' with movements that showed the physical memory of pain.

"Burned with marks of shame," Yue translated with anguish. "Throat damaged so she couldn't speak truth even if someone was willing to listen."

Sylindra attempted to describe the entity's final appearance during her exile, but her hands froze mid-gesture as if the memory was too overwhelming to communicate fully.

The signs for the offer of revenge came through trembling movements, 'power,' 'vengeance,' 'servitude', all accompanied by gestures that suggested the entity's casual certainty that her offer would be accepted.

But Sylindra's response blazed through her signing with clear, strong movements that carried the first hint of unbroken spirit David had seen from her: 'I would rather die as myself than live as her tool.'

The mockery that followed was conveyed through sharp, cutting motions as Sylindra relived the entity's laughter like breaking glass and her parting threat: "'I'll take excellent care of your brother. He's almost ready.'"

David's strategic mind immediately focused on the crucial question. "Ready for what, specifically?"

Yue's academic horror became evident as she processed the full implications of Sylindra's final revelations. "The World Tree... she's using Aelindros as a conduit through his royal bloodline."

David's voice carried the cold calculation of someone computing strategic disasters. "If the World Tree collapses, the magical ecosystem of the entire continent fails with it."

The global implications were staggering, magical forests across multiple kingdoms were already beginning to wither, their connection to the World Tree's sustaining power growing weaker with each passing day.

Luna's subtle reaction to mentions of corruption and parasitic relationships showed in increased agitation that made David's shadow seem to writhe with barely contained anxiety.

Sylindra's urgent signing became frantic as she conveyed the timeline, gestures indicating immediate danger with the desperate precision of someone who had been calculating catastrophe for months.

"Based on the corruption's progression," Yue translated with growing alarm, "months, perhaps weeks before the connection becomes irreversible."

David's assessment was immediate and final. "Then we move now or we move too late."

As the full scope of the threat became clear, the atmosphere in the recovery room began to shift in ways that transcended normal environmental changes. The candle flames began to gutter one by one despite the absence of any wind, their light dimming as if something was actively draining illumination from the space.

Frost crept across the window panes with unnatural speed, ice crystals forming geometric patterns that seemed to pulse with malevolent purpose. The warm evening air grew thick and oppressive, making each breath require conscious effort.

The floorboards beneath them creaked ominously, as if something massive had coiled just out of sight and was slowly settling its weight upon the manor's foundation.

Luna surged out of David's shadow, her essence spreading wide, instincts pulling her to shield him rather than retreat from the encroaching presence.

David's enhanced senses detected wrongness in the air itself, reality bending under the pressure of a presence that operated on scales beyond mortal comprehension. The weight of otherworldly authority made breathing difficult, and both elves froze as fear flooded their magical senses.

His strategic mind immediately categorized the threat: True dragon. Everyone here could die with a single thought.

The inevitability of what was happening became clear as the environmental changes reached their crescendo. This wasn't an intrusion, this was revelation. Something had been here all along, and now it was choosing to be seen.

Luzara didn't enter the room, she simply became visible, as if she had always been standing in the corner and some powerful concealment had finally been lifted. Her draconic aura filled the space with overwhelming authority that made the air itself feel dangerous, charged with predatory power that reduced everyone present to insects in the presence of a goddess.

Her voice carried the casual interest of someone who had been observing an entertaining performance. "How fascinating... unknown essense and dragon blood in one vessel. You're far more interesting than I expected, little anomaly."

David's mind raced through tactical assessments that all reached the same conclusion: hopeless. But beneath the strategic despair, something deeper refused to bow. Even if I'm nothing before her... I won't kneel.

His immediate concern was for his newfound allies, who stood paralyzed by the sheer impossibility of what they were witnessing.

"Leave. Now," David commanded with quiet authority, his voice cutting through their shock. "Go to your rooms and tell absolutely no one what you've seen here."

Yue started to protest, her protective instincts warring with her terror, but David's next words carried the weight of absolute certainty.

"For your own safety, this is a true dragon. Nothing in this empire can stop her if she decides you're a threat."

The reluctant compliance that followed came from both elves' understanding that discretion was their only hope of survival. They retreated from the room with the careful movements of people trying not to attract a predator's attention.

As the door closed behind them, David found himself alone with authority given physical form.

Luzara's amusement was evident in the smile that curved her lips. "How thoughtful of you to clear away the insects. Now we can have a proper conversation."

Despite the overwhelming power differential that made him feel like a candle flame facing a hurricane, David met her ancient gaze without flinching.

"Tell me, little dragon-child," she said with predatory curiosity that promised revelations and dangers in equal measure, "do you even know what you are?"

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A/N:

So… how are we feeling after that chapter? Betrayal, revelations, and a true dragon casually stepping out of the shadows like she owns the place (because, let's be honest, she kinda does).

I'd love to hear your thoughts, drop a comment and let me know what hit hardest, what theories you're cooking up, or just how emotionally wrecked you are right now. I'm reading everything, and your reactions fuel the next chapters!