"That... that was no ordinary roar," muttered one elder, his voice trembling as he gripped the edge of his seat.
The patriarchs and matriarchs exchanged wary glances. Even the most battle-hardened of them had not felt such raw, unrelenting force in years. Alistair Skyblade, patriarch of the Sky Clan, clenched his jaw. His eyes darted to Mavis, who had just managed to stop his fall down the slope. Concern flickered across his face, but he quickly masked it. The matriarch of the Ouroboros Clan, Lady Kalani, narrowed her eyes, her fingers resting elegantly on her lips as she watched Esmeralda recover from the blow. Her usual calm demeanor was shaken.
Luce, standing at the forefront of the gathering, smiled faintly, though her gaze was locked on the mountain's peak. She knew this was just the beginning.
Among Lyon's group, Kesya and Ian stood on edge, their faces filled with excitement rather than fear.
