The moment Alaric spoke the name "Onyxia", it was as if he had uttered a secret passphrase. The previously frail and pitiful Countess instantly underwent a drastic transformation.
Though her appearance remained unchanged, her gaze, posture, and aura shifted entirely.
The once delicate and elegant noblewoman, who had seemed weak and flustered, now radiated a dazzling charm, sharp wit, and a cunning air, akin to a seasoned noblewoman who thrived in the treacherous games of power and intrigue.
"Human, how do you know my name?"
The Countess Katrana now stood before Alaric with a cold expression, her face filled with vigilance as she eyed the human mage warily.
Even Vereesa, Garona, and Kurdran could clearly feel the pressure and killing intent emanating from this "frail" noblewoman—an aura that should never have belonged to someone like her.
"So, she really isn't ordinary after all. Sandor is indeed perceptive."
The three of them exchanged glances, silently coming to the same conclusion as they raised their weapons toward the noblewoman. A deep wariness settled in their hearts.
For her mere presence to exert such pressure on warriors of their caliber, it was evident that this noblewoman's true strength was terrifyingly high—perhaps even beyond their own capabilities.
They could only hope that Alaric, also known as Grand Magus Sandor, who had uncovered her identity, had the means to deal with her.
Unlike his tense and battle-ready companions, Alaric remained utterly at ease. His posture was relaxed, standing in a way completely unsuitable for casting spells, and he didn't even bother pointing his staff at the noblewoman, as if he harbored no hostility at all.
However, in her eyes, this seemingly unthreatening mage was the most dangerous of all.
"Why did I notice you? Didn't I just say?" Alaric smiled faintly. "I'm very familiar with the scent of dragons..."
"You know exactly what I mean!"
Before Alaric could finish, the Countess interrupted him harshly.
"I'm asking how you knew the name—Onyxia."
To Onyxia, the fact that this human had uncovered her identity as a black dragon was one thing. But the fact that he knew her true name was something else entirely.
The former merely proved the mage was cautious and knowledgeable about dragons—an impressive but not alarming feat.
But the latter meant this human wasn't just aware of dragons—he was deeply acquainted with their society and inner workings, perhaps even privy to secrets about them.
This changed everything.
The name Onyxia was only used among dragons. Just as the red dragon Korialstrasz used the alias Krasus in human society, most mortals—even those who knew of her black dragon identity—would never know her real name.
Only a few select beings would have such knowledge:
Members of the Black Dragonflight, Other dragons who closely monitored the Black Dragonflight, Or a handful of exceptionally powerful mortals who had deep ties to dragonkind.
The first group would never oppose her. The second would never engage in a subtle game of words like this—they would have summoned an entire flight of dragons to attack her immediately.
That left only the third option.
And that was even more troublesome.
Because if this human knew her name, then he definitely knew her true identity as the Black Dragon Princess, daughter of Deathwing.
And if he was aware of certain ancient secrets—such as the existence of the Demon Soul—then he might also realize what was happening in Grim Batol.
If this information leaked to the other Dragonflights, her father's grand scheme would be ruined. And she, as Deathwing's daughter and accomplice, would be doomed as well.
What Onyxia didn't realize was that Alaric's very presence in this world had already turned Deathwing's entire plan into his own undoing.
Thanks to Alaric's warnings, the other Aspects had long since seen through the scheme and were already lying in wait for the Black Dragonflight's downfall.
Right now, the Black Dragon Princess was surrounded.
But as the daughter of Deathwing, she wasn't afraid.
She had absolute confidence that none of these people could break through her dragon scales, and under her devastating dragonfire, they would all be reduced to ashes.
While she may have lacked her brother Nefarian's mastery of magic and intellect, she had inherited a portion of her father's physical strength, making her far superior to her brother in raw draconic power.
In the game, Onyxia was an infamous boss, known for her brutal dragonfire, immense physical strength, and terrifying ability to breed.
That iconic warning—"Onyxia takes a deep breath..."—had struck fear into the hearts of countless players.
Yet despite her overwhelming confidence in her own strength, she didn't immediately incinerate these insolent ants before her. Instead, she decided to seduce the mage, coaxing him into revealing just how much he knew.
If she could learn the extent of his knowledge about Deathwing's plans—or whether the Alliance knew about the Horde's secret weapon—then perhaps she could turn this to her advantage.
So she suppressed her rising anger and instead adopted a graceful, alluring demeanor.
A sweet, mesmerizing smile spread across her lips as she gazed at Alaric.
"I must admit, Grand Magus Sand, you truly live up to your reputation as Dalaran's genius," she purred. "It is quite impressive that you were able to see through me. However, I am still curious—where exactly did I slip up?"
As she spoke, the Countess Katrana Prestor—or rather, Onyxia—unleashed her full charm upon the mage.
With her royal lineage, long lifespan, and years of political scheming, she exuded a mature, noble, and intellectual aura.
Her rich, metallic-toned voice made every word sound like a seductive whisper, and her deep understanding of human nature allowed her to manipulate emotions with ease.
Even without using magic, the sheer charisma of the Black Dragon Princess was enough to leave both men and women spellbound.
Even Vereesa and Kurdran, though wary of her, found their gazes softening slightly.
Only Garona, hardened by the trials of life, remained unmoved—her suspicions of the Countess only growing stronger.
Yet even with all of Onyxia's overwhelming charm, she failed to sway Alaric's will.
No—perhaps it would be more accurate to say that she did move him...
Just not in the way she had hoped.
Her actions only reinforced his resolve.
To become a Dragonrider.
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