The wind had begun to settle.
The sound of the battle faded slowly, carried away by the shifting mist. Shards of broken frost and cracked ice littered the ground, proof of the short but brutal clash between two powerful dragons.
Dracos stood with his back to the barely conscious elder dragon.
Nox stared at the motionless form of the Court's Elder, his mind already working. The moment Dracos had backed off, his thoughts shifted from defense to opportunity.
He stepped forward.
"Your majesty," he said calmly. " can you Give me a moment."
The Ice Monarch didn't turn around immediately. He tilted his head slightly as if gauging the request. Although he found it strange, he gave a small nod and Without a word, he stepped away from the elder's body and moved toward the edge of the clearing.
His presence didn't disappear, but it was far enough.
