Only other royal bloodlines could identify them through scent.
No ordinary being should be able to recognize his true form just by sight alone.
"You humans are too arrogant," Orlyn sneered. "There's always a bigger sky, always someone stronger. That's a phrase from your own kind, isn't it? I've seen plenty of people like you—overconfident in your own power, thinking you can do whatever you want. And do you know what happens to every single one of them?" His eyes darkened. "They die."
"Oh no, I'm so scared," Kenny Lin smirked, his gaze landing on a weaker alien clutching something tightly. "Your trump card… it wouldn't happen to be whatever's in his hands, would it?"
Orlyn stiffened. He knew? "And if it is? In the face of absolute destruction, no amount of strength can save you."
"For once, I actually agree with you," Kenny Lin said, sheathing his sword and gesturing casually. "So? Shall we begin?"
