The air had grown heavier.
Tension crackled around the three of them like frozen lightning. Nox stood unmoving, his eyes locked with the Elder Frost Dragon's, while Dracos remained just slightly to the side, his hands folded behind his back.
The Scourge beast below still paced in slow circles, unaware of the presence now surrounding it.
But the moment was teetering. One wrong question, one wrong move, and it would collapse.
And just as the questions were becoming more complicated—just as the Elder's words were shifting from observation to intent—
Dracos moved.
Subtle.
So subtle that even Nox almost missed it.
A faint flick of his wrist.
A glint of frost.
A sound, like the snap of a small branch.
Down below, the Scourge beast's head snapped upward, its glowing red eyes narrowing.
The tension exploded in an instant.
ROOAARRRRR!!!
