"Be awed, you ants! Tremble, you mortals!" the short doctor laughed. "What is displayed before you at this moment is the greatest legacy of the twenty-first century, the spoils of a King, a temptation no Hybrid can possibly resist!"
The short doctor thrust his arm forward, sweeping away the white cloth covering the silver trolley with the flair of a head auctioneer presenting a grand finale. At once, the object hidden beneath the white cloth was exposed to everyone's eyes, and everyone who saw the item on the trolley involuntarily felt their pupils constrict.
Rapid, ragged breathing echoed in succession. Everyone in the room was a Hybrid... and for Hybrids, nothing mattered more than Bloodline. Dragon blood held an intensely powerful attraction for any Hybrid, to say nothing of the pure blood of a Dragon King.
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