"You're not ready for dragons," Daena said, her smirk widening.
Liria groaned, gripping her sword tighter. "No offense, Daena, but I'm starting to think you're just inventing ways to make my life miserable. What's next? Centaur chefs who challenge us to an iron cook-off?"
Enara snorted, though she quickly masked it with her usual haughty glare. "If you're scared, you can always stay behind. I'm perfectly capable of handling this without you."
"Scared?" Liria scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Please. I've fought oversized spiders, banshees, and my own existential dread. What's a centaur or two?"
Daena interrupted their banter with a raised hand, her expression suddenly serious. "Quiet. They're close."
