"Come, let's begin." Naga's voice came through the laptop speakers.
"Start over from the first sentence," Amon interjected from the side.
Lu Mingfei readily complied, flipping his laptop back to the first Dragon Script diagram.
Naga nodded slightly. Then, a solemn, ancient, majestic language flowed from between her lips.
The moment she spoke, the seductive aura around her receded like a tide, replaced by a heart-palpitating majesty that seemed to rise from the depths of her bloodline.
Perhaps this imposing version of her was the true appearance of the noble Dragon Duke, a top-tier Second Generation Dragon who stood beneath the Monarch's throne.
"Now, let's break this sentence down." She extended a slender finger and lightly tapped the first complex symbol in the diagram.
"First, we'll identify each word and understand the meaning of the phrases. The grammatical rules of Dragon Script... are utterly different from every grammatical system known to humans. It is closer to the underlying logic of the world—or rather, the arrangement of 'power.' You need to adapt to this strange order."
Using the sentence, "Praise the awakening of my king; destruction is rebirth," as an example, she began her explanation.
Her voice was not loud, yet it seemed to carry a peculiar resonance that made the air tremble faintly.
Naga explained how these ancient syllables linked and resonated with one another, how chanting them constructed a singular will, and how, at the end of that will, the very concept of "destruction" could be twisted and reshaped into the prelude of "rebirth."
The twisted symbols in the image tangled together like the roots of old trees. Subjects and predicates might be hidden within what appeared to be decorative patterns, while tense and intent were conveyed directly through the spiritual power contained within the Dragon Script itself.
Naga