After their intense conversation, the atmosphere in the room gradually softened. Sylmira no longer pressed for more. She realized—perhaps for the first time in years—that knowing too much could be dangerous. She could sense that Eccar had only peeled back a small corner of the truth, and what lay beneath that corner was something vast, ancient, and utterly beyond her.
And she respected that. For her own safety, even.
There was no bitterness in her thoughts, only a humbled clarity. Sylmira had long been regarded as one of the kingdom's most talented Mages. She sat at the highest circles of Magical counsel, had taught dozens of students, led research projects no one else dared touch.
But now… she had merely sat and listened to a man—no, a Dragonborn—whose power and experience were far more than hers.
