Klaus stood at the edge of the vast lake, the bewilderment in his gaze reflected in the glassy water. His face, a canvas of confusion and suspicion, seemed to question whether the dragon before him had taken a blow to the head.
His gaze flickered from the dragon to the lake, its calm surface mirroring the sky outside. Memories of the encounter with the octopus, a life-and-death struggle that seemed like a distant nightmare, flooded his mind.
Klaus shook his head in disbelief, unable to comprehend what the dragon was thinking.
To his surprise, the octopus, the same creature that had so relentlessly attacked him, spoke up in a surprisingly calm and reassuring tone.
"You need not worry," it said, its voice as smooth as the water that dripped from its tentacles. "As long as you stay away from the depths of this lake, you will be safe."
