The domain air felt heavier than normal, thick in a way Noah couldn't quite explain. He stood on the grass that shouldn't exist in any real location, watching his dragons circle above like they were caught in some invisible current.
Storm's Arctic Shroud manifested in brief pulses, frost spreading through the air before dissipating. Nyx's flames flickered across his scales in patterns that seemed almost restless. Ivy's vine appendages extended and retracted, reaching toward nothing Noah could see.
But they were calming down. The frantic circling from moments ago had slowed, become less desperate. Their movements were still agitated, but the immediate crisis seemed to be passing.
