"You're thinking too loud," Ezran said, wiping crumbs from his chin.
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Ezran did not conquer. He did not burn villages or demand fealty with roars that shook mountains. Instead, he sat in the sunlit ruins of a fallen spire, eating a jelly tart while Zym curled around him like a thundercloud deciding to be gentle. "You're thinking too loud," Ezran said, wiping crumbs
They called him the Dragon King, but Ezran never wore a crown of gold or iron. His crown was scales—warm, ancient, and jewel-bright—resting against his brow when the great dragon, Zym, lowered his head in quiet reverence. Instead, he sat in the sunlit ruins of
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Zym rumbled, a sound like rolling boulders and distant fire. They fear what I am.