The tension between Canna and the Earth Drake had finally settled somewhat, though the massive creature remained wary, its sharp eyes studying every move of the sanctuary leader. The drake's young, nestled in the distance, observed the exchange with their beady eyes, unaware of the weight their parent was bearing.
"Speak your terms," the Earth Drake growled, its voice a low, rumbling tremor through the earth itself.
Canna unsummoned his scythe, allowing it to dissolve into the air. "Good, we can still talk it out then," he said calmly, signaling for his subordinates to give them more space. The guardians complied, stepping back to give room, their eyes still trained on the drake and Canna, ready to leap into action if needed.
