Velthara's silver-coated body trembled when Kale continued his slow but menacing approach toward her. Her instincts screamed at her to run and escape the shadow of the man who had always been her ally.
But his eyes… those cold, unyielding eyes… They told her everything she needed to know. Kale's intent wasn't to protect her. It was far worse. Those ayes are the eyes that appeared when he wanted to do a killing.
"Kale… what are you going to do?" Velthara asked, her voice trembling, her usual composure shattered by the ominous tension in the air.
"I'm sorry, Velthara," Kale said with steady and calm voice, but also sounded almost apologetic. "We don't have time for you to keep absorbing. The Dragonborn are getting very close."
"What? No! You can protect me!" Velthara's voice rose in desperation as she instinctively took a step back. Her silvery energy flickered around her as an unconscious attempt to guard herself.
