"So the prophecy actually held weight." Mica hummed, his voice deep and heavy.
Elena remained silent, her own eyes dark with worry and her mind abuzz with thoughts. She had known that Leon was fighting an uphill battle. She knew that the chances of winning were slim. But she had thought that he would prevail, like how he always did.
However, she had been presented with a chance to change everything.
As puny as she was.
"I'll do it. Anything to help." Elena responded to the powerful presence in her mind.
"So will I." Mica chimed in, flapping his wings and raising gusts of wind. Thankfully, they were a distance from any settlement, otherwise the massive Dragon's conjured winds might have done some damage.
