The dragon goddess's calm voice carried authority that silenced even the restless priests around them.
"Kana, Lysera, Irielle. You three must return to the temple. Deliver my words. Tell them the dragons will march with them in this war."
Kana exchanged a look with Lysera and Irielle. The weight of the message pressed down on them—finally, they had the support of one of the strongest races.
They bowed, ready to leave.
But just as they reached the edge of the village, a shrill voice cut through the air.
"Stop right there!"
Lysera froze. Her half-sister, Serin, stood in their path, her expression twisted with barely contained fury.
"Older sister, you can't leave. You belong here—with us."
Lysera's brows knitted.
"I told you before, Serin. My place is with them. I won't stay locked away here just because you want it."
Serin's face flushed red.
"You always choose others over me!"
