Gariel met the king's gaze, his golden eyes filled with urgency. "Remember me, Elf King?" he asked, his voice firm yet laced with a touch of respect.
The king's eyes widened in recognition. A flicker of something akin to awe crossed his face before settling into a mask of seriousness. "Indeed I do, son of an angel, what brings you to my doorstep in such haste?"
Gariel took a deep breath, the weight of his urgency pressing down on him. "A dragon, a creature of immense power, flying towards your kingdom. It spoke of a master, a being named Hila."
The Elven King's brow furrowed in a deep crease. "A dragon? Here? They haven't been seen near our borders for centuries." He turned to his most trusted advisor, an elf with silver hair braided into intricate patterns, who stood by with a worried expression. "Elrohir, have you heard any whispers of such a creature?"
