The alliance with the elder dragons was sealed with a grand ceremony in the heart of the guild's courtyard. Tharos and the other dragons—Pyrrhus, Sylphina, and Nocturnis—stood tall and majestic, their scales shimmering under the afternoon sun. The guild members gathered around, awe-struck by the sheer presence of these ancient beings. Gandalf, looking particularly pleased with himself, presided over the event, making sure everything went smoothly.
After the formalities were done and the dragons had returned to their realm to prepare for the upcoming battles, there was an air of celebration and relief. The courtyard buzzed with excitement as everyone mingled, sharing stories and dreams of victory.
"Alright, everyone, let's take a break!" Gandalf announced, his voice carrying over the chatter. "We've earned it!"
