"My name is Voralith Antherio, I am the Demonic Dragon Empress of the Ten Celestial Wings." Her voice didn't pierce the space, didn't vibrate in the nonexistent air of that place; it simply arose in Scáthach's mind, as if it had always been there, as if those words had only been remembered, not spoken. "Who are you, little one?"
Scáthach remained motionless for a moment.
Not out of fear.
But because, for the first time since awakening on that plane, she truly didn't know how to answer.
Her pride as a dragon existed, firm, intact, refusing to bow before anything, but this… wasn't a matter of dominion or territory. It was something beyond that. It was like confronting the very origin of concepts she had always taken as absolutes.
Still, she answered.
"Scáthach." Her voice was firm, though it didn't echo, didn't reverberate; it seemed small in that space. "I am a Demonic Dragon… I think I can call myself that…"
