The argument between these two continued for a while, even when they crossed half of this strange dimension, and the Elythrii listened in awe and fear.
The battle of words between these two was immense, ancient, and far beyond Lyra's and the Elythrii's comprehension, yet it was fought with the familiarity of two beings who had known each other for eons.
It was their hidden clash, laid bare against the surreal backdrop of the Shattered Mirror, and Lyra suspected that in the center of this argument was a single person, a hidden creator.
Before the debate could escalate further, the ground beneath them shuddered, not from the ceaseless Echo of the Arena but from a localized impact. Something huge had landed ahead of them, behind a ridge of sharp black glass.
Vraegar froze, his head cocked. " Titan Scavengers. Drawn by the call of the Arena. They seek to feed on the spilled power of this wounded dimension."
