"That lady… who was she, and why were you all so on guard around her?" Greg asked, the question nagging at his mind ever since the tense encounter.
Drakonix leaned forward slightly, his gaze sharpening as the air around him grew subtly heavier. The levity from earlier had vanished.
"She?" he repeated, his voice low. "She's a being who should've stayed dead. A remnant of a past we all hoped was buried forever. Just like us, she is a leftover from a time long gone. But unlike us… she's the reason our universe is crumbling."
Greg blinked, startled by the gravity in Drakonix's tone.
