Zareth, the Drak'nu elder, let out a low growl, his hand clenching into a fist. "Careful with your words, Sylfaen. You might choke on them."
The Dragonkin elder, not to be outdone, stepped forward. "Enough of this posturing. We all know why we're here. The sphere doesn't care for our bickering. What matters is what lies inside."
The Nephlim elder nodded, his gaze shifting toward the entrance of the sphere. "Indeed. The trials will begin soon. Whether we like it or not, our disciples must face whatever lies within."
There was a brief silence as the elders and disciples turned their attention to the golden sphere. Its glow had intensified, there was no available entrance visible yet. But there was no mistaking the danger that lay within. Each of them could feel it — an ancient, raw power that had slumbered for centuries, now stirring once more.
