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Eilleana fixed her gaze on Agamemnon, her eyes flashing with a hint of complex emotions. She slowly spoke, her voice tinged with curiosity: " Half Blood... I sense an unusual power from you... Who, exactly, are you?"
Agamemnon loosened his grip on the massive sword, sheathing it on his back, and holstered the revolver at his waist. His gaze was calm, yet carried a hint of depth. "I am the half-dragon Agamemnon."
Upon hearing this response, Eilleana appeared slightly surprised, with a hint of pain and confusion in her eyes. She shook her head gently, seemingly finding the result somewhat unbelievable, while also feeling a touch of sadness for the crazy hybrid creatures in this world.
Standing on the side, Sheriff William stared in astonishment at Agamemnon. His mind was filled with surprise and disbelief. In his understanding, beings with dragon blood were only found in legends, yet today he had witnessed such a legendary figure with his own eyes.
Eilleana approached Agamemnon slowly, her eyes deep and complex, as if trying to fathom the true nature of this half-dragon descendant. Agamemnon felt the cold breath emanating from Eilleana, a sensation akin to the icy abyss, with a chilling and despairing power to consume all life.
However, Eilleana's appearance sharply contrasted with her aura. Her face resembled that of a girl just entering her prime, with fair skin exuding a natural radiance. Despite the deep sorrow and pain on her face, that sadness seemed to enhance her beauty and depth, like a lily blooming in the darkness, beautiful yet deadly.
Agamemnon maintained his guard, but there was also a hint of curiosity in his eyes. He knew that standing in front of him was not just a high-ranking vampire, but a being with a profound history and story. Her existence was like an unread ancient book, full of mystery and unknown.
Eilleana's hand lightly touched the scales on Agamemnon's face, her gesture was both exploratory and seemed to be a kind of ancient recognition. Agamemnon was initially shocked by this sudden contact, but soon he felt a strange sense of closeness transmitted by Eilleana's fingertips, so he relaxed his body and allowed this contact to happen.
Eilleana's fingers gently lingered on Agamemnon's scales, each touch seemed to tell an ancient story. Her fingers were delicate and fair, appearing even more translucent in the night's reflection, with faintly pulsing blood vessels almost visible. Her touch was both cold and soft, evoking a contradictory sense of distance and intimacy. As her fingertips glided over Agamemnon's scales, they seemed to respond to this ancient touch, trembling slightly, as if awakening a memory deeply buried in the bloodline.
Eilleana's gaze appeared deep and complex during the touch. She seemed to sense Agamemnon's unique power through this contact—a kind of ancient and formidable dragon lineage. A hint of imperceptible astonishment and a deep sense of identification appeared on her face, as if she and Agamemnon shared a connection beyond time and race.
In this long touch, Agamemnon felt an indescribable resonance. A previously unprecedented emotional fluctuation surged from the depths of his heart, as if there existed a profound connection beyond the present between him and Eilleana. The shimmering images in his eyes became clearer, as if echoing across time and space: a massive and majestic dragon soaring in the vast sky, while on the ground, the vampire clan and many other creatures gazed up at the ruler of the sky, expressing awe and submission.
Eilleana's hand slowly left Agamemnon's cheek, and as her hand moved, those fleeting illusions, filled with ancient legends and distant memories, gradually dissipated in Agamemnon's mind. Eilleana's gaze seemed unusually profound at this moment, as if she could see into the depths of Agamemnon's soul. She asked softly and affectionately, "What are you, Agamemnon? Possessing the power of the dragon lineage, yet also possessing the human spirit. I sense that your soul seems to have been guided by the wrong path, drifting aimlessly."
Agamemnon listened to these words, his expression gradually shifting from shock to contemplation. His brow furrowed slightly, his eyes revealing a hint of inquiry and confusion. In a steady and deep voice, he asked, "What do you mean? What do you mean by the wrong guidance you're referring to?"
At this moment, a gentle smile appeared at the corner of Eilleana's mouth, a warmth hidden behind endless sorrow and eternal loneliness. Her eyes sparkled with a wise light as she said affectionately, "Is there truly an absolute boundary between humans and creatures? Who is truly kind, and who is more evil? You, Agamemnon, are neither purely human nor entirely a creature. You wander between two worlds, carrying unimaginable possibilities."
Her eyes were full of curiosity and concern for Agamemnon, as if she could see the unique and complex destiny within him. Eilleana's voice carried a hint of mysterious charm as she continued, "Your existence is not just for battle; perhaps it holds a deeper significance. Your spirit and strength will determine the course of the future. Agamemnon, you are a being carrying the hopes and fears of two worlds, and every step you take will impact the fate of the entire world."
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