'Do I just speak?' Michael questioned, looking around.
It seemed like the man he touched had disappeared—likely scattered to dust or something similar.
And by the looks of it and the rewards he got, it was safe to assume that whoever that man was, he was related to the golden dragon in one way or another.
Perhaps he even was the golden dragon himself.
Still, since the trial was marked as complete, it was likely the case.
But he decided to worry about it later. After all, he had not been transported out, meaning there was still something left to do.
After a moment of silence, the system replied, Seems like it, I wouldn't know. This core is unique to dragons, and by the looks of it, you are one of them now.
Michael tilted his head for a moment before taking another glance at his status screen, and to his surprise, his race had a single word in it now: Draconic.