Eratz stood before Kallistra, tension hanging heavy in the air between them.
Her body trembled visibly, her glowing eyes shifting erratically between white and green, mirroring the cracks spreading across her face.
Once radiant and imposing, she now appeared fragile, her golden aura flickering like a candle struggling against the wind.
"You…" she hissed, her voice trembling as she pointed a shaking finger at Eratz. "Why… Why are you still here?"
Eratz met her gaze.
"Because we have unfinished business."
Kallistra's jaw tightened, her teeth grinding audibly. Her hands clenched into fists as she fought to steady herself, but another crack spread across her face, a jagged line glowing faintly with the golden light of the dragon's power.
She stumbled slightly but caught herself, her voice sharp and defiant.
