Erend stepped forward slowly. His massive Lightning Dragon form still crackling with his power. But this time, he let the light dim.
There was no threat in his approach, only intention to know the answer. He wanted some real answers now and this wounded and half-mad god might be the only one who had them.
Even if Thar'Zul-Vekar's mind was fractured it was still ancient. They must be holding pieces of truths older than anything Erend or Eccar had ever touched.
Eccar moved beside him with silent and wary steps. He remained tense, his heavy claws digging slightly into the ground as he walked.
Not like Erend, Eccar kept his guard up. He could sense Erend lowering his defenses because he was lured by the promise of knowledge, but Eccar knew better. Someone had to be ready if things went wrong again.
