Aeryn stood in front of them, his molten gold eyes flickering with something that was almost... like admiration. His fiery tattoos pulsed with a deeper, more rhythmic glow, and for a moment, he appeared to be more than just a figure of ancient power. He was like a force of nature—untamed, unpredictable—but there was something behind those eyes that suggested a shared understanding, an unspoken acknowledgment of the challenges ahead.
The air around them seemed to shimmer with the weight of his words. Kael's fiery eyes narrowed, her shoulders still tense with readiness, but the brief flicker of uncertainty in her gaze didn't escape Aeryn. Her grip on her sword was firm again, but the faintest of tremors ran through her fingers, betraying the weight of her thoughts. She didn't say anything, but her eyes flicked to Eren, as if silently asking if he truly understood what they were about to face.
