In the luminescent glow of Aiyaka's crystal architecture, Laira's once glowing eyes dimmed to their natural hue, signaling the end of her Alteration of Insight spell. I watched as a look of dawning realization transformed her face.
Tears welled in her eyes, her voice quivering as she whispered, "Every word you spoke was true. Oh, Max, what have I done?"
Drawn to her vulnerability, I took a step forward, curiosity burning. "Laira, where is the Avatar of Dragon? Who have you given it to?" I implored.
However, as if trapped in a turbulent storm of emotions, she swiftly pulled out a knife, aiming straight for my throat. My heart raced, but just as abruptly, she halted, her hand trembling and tears spilling down her face.
The tension was palpable in the Guild Hall, drawing attention from every corner. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught my mother Laussinna's worried gaze and my little sister Illyanna's alarmed expression.
