"Who's there!"
A demanding voice rang out from beyond the chamber's ornate doors, each syllable dripping with authority and rising suspicion.
The meticulously choreographed operation hung precariously, on the brink of unravelling.
Ezara, sensing the imminent threat, swiftly motioned for the two lizard-like subordinates. Their directive was clear – grab Chronos and retreat.
With Chronos's weight between them, they made their way back to the shimmering portal, urgency evident in each of their footfalls.
Meanwhile, Ezara's eyes darkened, swirling with deep purple and speckled with the brilliance of a starry expanse.
She channeled her energy, weaving a tapestry of illusion, making the room appear untouched by their incursion.
The heavy doors slid open slowly, revealing two inquisitive faces.
The bald teen, muscles straining against his tunic, squinted into the dimly lit room.
"Maya, I wasn't hearing things, was I?"
