The revelation of the Moon Guardian's identity reverberated through the air like a harbinger of an unsettling, unfathomable truth.
Asher, his mind a tempest of disbelief and unease, struggled to reconcile the legend with the figure before him.
Lupus, the Moon Guardian, a name etched into the annals of history and fear, was believed to have vanished into the mists of time over a century or two ago.
And yet, here he stood, a being from an era thought long passed.
An injured Flaralis let out a warning roar at the old man and yet he kept walking without even shifting his gaze towards the dragon.
Rowena, her spirit still blazing forth, stepped forward, her resolve unbroken even by injury.
But Asher, protective and wary, held her back. "What are you doing? You all should return, and I will see what he wants with me," he insisted, knowing that the Moonbinder clan was only concerned with him.
