As they waited for the others to arrive, a wave of anticipation surged through Starfania. Her gaze swept across the room, absorbing every detail, while Lyam's expression remained unreadable. She couldn't help but wonder what was running through his mind—what plans were forming, what strategies he was preparing. Then, without warning, the door burst open, the heavy wood groaning as they swung wide. A man stepped inside, clad in majestic purple armor adorned with the emblem of the Primara Nations. He stood tall, exuding an air of confidence and power that was unmistakably tied to Lyam. Maybe this person was the major general of his army.
The metallic clatter of chains echoed through the chamber as he moved closer, each step filling the room with a growing sense of importance. The moment felt charged, as though the very air had thickened with the weight of what was to come. His presence was striking–an imposing figure with a sturdy build, a thick beard framing his firm jaw, and piercing deep-blue eyes that held an undeniable wisdom. His sandy brown hair, slightly tousled from travel, added to his rugged, yet regal appearance. The gleam of his polished dragon armor reflected the sunlight pouring through the tall windows, casting shifting purple hues onto the stone floor. His brown leather boots were well-worn but sturdy, the kind meant for warriors who had spent years on the battlefield.
Despite his powerful aura, there was something reassuring about him. A quiet strength. A warmth behind his smile. He strode toward Lyam with unwavering confidence, then spoke in a voice rich in both authority and familiarity. " I must admit, I was pleasantly surprised by how quickly you organized this war assembly. "
Lyam met his gaze, his tone firm yet composed. " We have no choice. We need to prepare for the worst. "
The man nodded, his expression shifting to one of solemn understanding. " I understand. We will make every effort to protect our nations. "
Slowly but surely, people started to arrive, as they took their place around the table, commencing the meeting. Meanwhile, Starfania and Atlas remained in the shadows, quietly observing, her ears attuned to every word. It didn't take long for the gravity of the discussion to unfold–they were strategizing to halt the relentless advance of VulcanFire.
Lyam soon rose to his feet, his expression resolute as he addressed his allies. " Ladies and gentlemen, our mission is clear. One of our spies has uncovered alarming intelligence–they are developing a weapon designed to eliminate the dragons. "
A hushed murmur rippled through the room, tension thickening with every whispered exchange. Starfania's heart clenched, a surge of unease washing over her. Oh, father… What have you done now? Lyam continued, his voice steady despite the weight of their situation.
"We cannot allow this to happen. These dragons are not just beasts; they are part of our world, our history." He paused, scanning the surrounding faces. Some nodded in agreement, while others looked unsure. "If we do not act, the balance of our land will be disrupted forever."
Starfania shifted in her seat, fidgeting with the edge of her cloak. The thought of losing the dragons felt like a personal loss. Memories flooded her mind—their fierce beauty, the way they soared through the sky, the bond she had shared with them as a child. The atmosphere grew heavier still when Lyam spoke his next words, sending a collective shiver through the room. VulcanFire was not merely mobilizing; they were preparing for something cataclysm. Amidst the rising tension, a young woman captured their attention. Her vivid green eyes gleamed with intelligence, and a delicate flower crown rested upon her head. Despite her youthful appearance, a pink shirt and white skirt lending an air of innocence—she possessed undeniable strength. Her gaze locked onto Lyam's, calm yet unwavering, and with a voice that held more power than expected, she finally spoke the questions that haunted them all. " How is that even possible? "