Meylin's eyes remained sharp, keenly observing the reactions of the man taking the lead of the Ancient Dragons of the Tiamat Sect. Though the scarlet dragon did an admirable job masking his thoughts and concerns, there was no way she could have missed the fleeting flicker in his gaze, given how much focus she paid to him. A sense of resolution settled in her heart as she held his stare for a moment longer before turning away. Her eyes, now sharper than any blade, swept over her companions.
"Let's begin. Get in formation," Meylin commanded, her voice echoing across the icy expanse.
The commanding tone left no room for hesitation, and the saintesses of the Moon Cult immediately took to the skies, encircling the massive ice mountain. Their eyes were focused and determined as each drew their swords, the blades gleaming with a cold, ethereal light.
