Sylara watched Dravis with a calculated gaze, her mind racing as she tried to assess the situation. The meeting had taken an unexpected turn, and she could feel the tension in the air thickening. Dravis, standing across from her, seemed too calm, too composed. There was something off about him, something she couldn't quite place. She kept her posture relaxed, but her senses were on high alert. Her creatures, sensing her unease, stirred restlessly around her, their eyes gleaming in the moonlight.
Dravis raised a hand, a subtle gesture that seemed almost casual. But Sylara's instincts screamed danger. She barely had time to react before a wave of magic washed over the clearing, dispelling the illusions she had carefully crafted. For a split second, everything seemed to freeze. Then, the air shimmered, and the magical veil she had woven around herself and her creatures flickered and dissolved.
