The atmosphere inside the underground chamber became increasingly tense with every passing second. The black mist leaking from the three Dragonborn continued growing thicker and larger. Dark tendrils of energy slowly spread through the chamber before immediately being suppressed by the Sky Anchor's radiant white light.
Velrion stared at them with a grim expression. Despite his decades of experience as an Archmage, he could not help but feel genuine fear at the sight before him.
His mind immediately imagined the worst possible scenario. Three Dragonborns losing control simultaneously within Leonora's capital.
The disaster would be beyond anything the world had ever witnessed. Compared to that catastrophe, the invasion that had nearly destroyed Leonora several weeks ago would seem insignificant. Thousands would die within moments and perhaps even the entire continent would disappear beneath their wrath.
The mere thought caused cold sweat to form on Velrion's forehead.
