The group froze, the weight of the scene rendering them speechless.
The roar of the two dragons echoed in the distance, announcing the resumption of their cataclysmic clash, but everyone's focus was locked on the two figures below.
Eratz's jaw tightened as he took in the sight.
"Rex…" he muttered, his voice laced with concern and anger.
Tamara's hands clenched into fists, trembling with restrained fury.
"That… bitch," she hissed.
Below them, Kallistra traced a finger along the glowing patterns that now adorned her arms, her smile widening in delight.
She giggled softly, almost euphoric, as she caressed her face and neck, reveling in the power coursing through her.
She tilted her head and looked up at the group perched on Raijinara. Her teasing smile deepened, and she ran a finger across her lips, savoring the moment.
"This day," she said, her voice smooth and melodic, "is going to be perfect."
