We stood there, frozen for a moment, as the air around us seemed to warp. The tremors that had shaken the land just moments ago were now reverberating through the very space we occupied.
Zyon, usually so composed, was visibly unsettled. "Aunt Isolde, is this really normal?" His voice was steady, but the unease was evident. "Is this part of the battle?"
Art, ever the one to crack a joke in tense situations, couldn't help himself. "Yup, I feel like the world's ending. Wouldn't be surprised if Opalcrest is nothing but ash by now."
Isolde's face tightened, her calm exterior betraying a flicker of concern. She shook her head. "No. Usually, Lucian doesn't take this long to finish a fight. But given that the dragon is ranked above him… this could be different." Her gaze shifted toward the horizon, the distant roars of their battle reverberating through the air. "I just hope everything ends well."
