The tension slowly eased after Erend's words settled between them.
None of them lingered on how strange Khepra-Ankh's power sounded, or how unnatural the title Psychopomp Dragon might have been in any other moment. After all, for Dragonborns like them nothing was strange anymore.
What mattered was simple and clear now. He could act. Even if only for thirty seconds, he could step outside this Dungeon World and stand with them.
That alone lifted the pressure from their chests.
Eccar let out a long sigh and leaned back.
"Doesn't matter how strange your power is," he said. "If it works against necromancy, that's enough for me."
Aesa nodded in agreement. "We don't need to understand everything right now. Just knowing we won't face Zerathul alone anymore already more than I expected."
Khepra-Ankh watched them quietly, his expression calm but attentive.
Erend nodded to himself as if already set on something.
