The world seemed to hold its breath. The distant roars of the dragons quieted for a brief moment, their looming presence overshadowed by the weight of Kallistra's words.
Eratz's eyes widened, his jaw slackening in disbelief.
"A battle?" he echoed in disbelief.
The group exchanged uncertain glances. Even Tamara, her teeth grinding against each other, looked visibly shaken. Sia muttered under her breath.
"Lady Kallistra…"
Kallistra, unfazed by their reactions, clasped her hands together, her golden patterns shimmering faintly in the dim light.
Her smile remained calm, almost serene, as she met Eratz's confused gaze.
"It has to be this way," she said softly, her voice carrying an unsettling certainty. "The two dragons' clash symbolizes the recipe for equilibrium. A battle between light and darkness is the key to open the door... and to close it."
Eratz's expression hardened, his arms crossing defensively.
