Ilkar's voice cut through the charged air, sharp and demanding. "Now, what do you want?" he pressed, his gaze fixed intently on Urag. "Clearly, you have something in mind. Why are you dragging this out? What's your purpose?"
His patience was eroding quickly, and his mind raced with the implications of Urag's presence and the ominous revelations that had emerged.
The sorcerer's motives remained obscured, and the stakes had never been higher.
Eiravyne's life was hanging by a thread, and every wasted moment in this confrontation was a moment lost in the urgent quest to find a solution.
Urag's demeanor remained eerily calm, a hint of amusement flickering in his eyes as he regarded Ilkar.
"Ah, Ilkar," he said, his voice dripping with patronizing calm. "Always so eager to demand answers. It's almost endearing how desperate you are to understand the full scope of this situation."
