I led the group into Luviyah's war room, a chamber shielded by layers of ancient elven enchantments designed to block out any prying eyes or ears. The air was cool, but the tension was thick enough to choke. I sat at the head of the obsidian table, Luviyah to my right, while Ingi, Fafnir, and Zephyrion took their places, their human forms casting long, weary shadows against the walls.
"We need to reach the others," I said, my voice steady despite the weight of the power still thrumming beneath my skin. "If Pyrion and Djinn are moving on the them, then Zarathorak, Frostfang, and Veydris are walking into a slaughter."
Luviyah nodded, her expression grim. "My palace's communications are the most advanced in Norkiya. We can bridge the distance if their cores are active."
