The calm of the moment didn't last long. Suddenly, the air around them grew heavy, the once-cool breeze now tinged with an uncomfortable warmth.
The soldiers shifted uneasily, their expressions turning from awe to confusion as the heat steadily increased.
"What's happening?" one of them muttered, tugging at his collar as beads of sweat began to form on his forehead.
Lyerin stood at the front, his posture relaxed, a sly grin creeping across his face. "Ah, I see our friend is taking a little break."
The soldiers exchanged nervous glances. "A break? What do you mean by that?" Lucas finally asked, his tone sharp with suspicion.
Lyerin didn't answer immediately. Instead, he crouched slightly, placing his hand against the warm surface of the creature's back. He smirked as if enjoying some private joke. "This one has its habits. You'll see."
