The plains of Tashi burned beneath a bruised sky. Ash drifted like black snow, and the scent of iron and smoke clung to every breath. The once-quiet village had turned into a field of echoing roars and shattered ground.
The twins stood across the battlefield Alaric and Selene pale, ethereal, almost untouched by the carnage around them. Their eyes glowed faintly, like dying suns.
Selene tilted her head, studying Khael as her voice rang out, soft yet cutting through the din.
"Who are you?"
The wind shifted, carrying the crackle of energy as Khael stepped forward. The crimson aura around him pulsed, faint scales gleaming under the light of burning voidborn corpses.
He lifted his chin, his voice steady, deep unshaken.
"I am Khael Corzedar."
At that name, Selene froze. Her lips parted, her eyes widening as realization struck her.
"Khael Corzedar… you mean—" she whispered.
Her tone trembled between disbelief and recognition.
"The Dragon Knight."
