After our discussion ended, we made our way to Luviyah's meeting room—a tall, elegant chamber bathed in soft, natural light. The polished stone floor echoed softly beneath our steps, and the faint scent of ancient wood and elven incense lingered in the air.
Luviyah walked beside me, her gown trailing slightly behind her, graceful and composed as always. The others followed, quiet but focused. This wasn't just a conversation anymore—we were making our move.
As we entered, Luviyah's attendant stepped back after placing the map, and Luviyah herself moved closer to its edge. "This map," she began softly, "is a relic of elven ancestry—used to mark old ley-lines, ancient dragon grounds, and the energies tied to them. But…"
Her voice grew more serious as she looked at each of us—me, Fafnir, Frostfang, Zarathorak, Ingi, and Veydris.
"…we can't say for certain they are still there."
I nodded slowly, already understanding. "The only thing we know for sure… is that they're alive."
