The battlefield rumbled in the distance roars of Voidborn, clashes of steel, screams drowned by thunder and flame. The air itself stank of smoke and Shinrei.
Khael stood still in the middle of the broken courtyard, looking at everyone gathered around him. His dragon-blood burned faintly in his veins, his scales flickering on and off his arms like restless embers. His gaze swept across his friends, then hardened.
"You all stay here… I need to go somewhere."
Ceyla's eyes widened, her voice sharp. "Where?"
Khael turned to her, his tone quiet but unyielding.
"Ceyla…"
Her teeth clenched, fists shaking as tears welled in her eyes. "You're going into danger again, huh? …Khael, you bastard. Are we that weak to you?"
The words cut deep. For a moment, Khael faltered, his chest tight.
Juno's voice followed, soft but heavy with emotion. "Khael…"
