"Well, Tristan... what do you choose?" Roland's hand remained stretched out between them.The moonlight filtering through the trees caught the black scales woven into his armor, making them gleam against the darkness. His expression held no impatience, as though he already believed he knew what Tristan's answer would be.Tristan looked at the open hand. Then he looked back at Roland..A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth."You really think I'm that easy?"Roland's eyebrow lifted. "I think you're standing at a crossroads.""I am.""And?"Tristan lowered his sword but made no move toward Roland. "I'm not foolish enough to make a decision like this in one night."Roland's smile remained. "No?""You've just offered me power, a dragon, and a chance to change my future."Tristan folded his arms. "Whether you're telling the truth or not, I'd be an idiot to answer without thinking."The forest fell quiet again. Roland studied him without speaking. Tristan met his gaze, refusing to look awa
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