Meanwhile, in Dellheim, where the three dragons channeled their power to hold the seal on the Demon Realm…
Syqora, the Dragon of Destiny, whose power currently reduced the probability of the chains breaking on the seal to absolute zero, suddenly widened his eyes.
Thyron, the Dragon of Creation, whose power had given the seal its indestructibility, noticed immediately.
"What is it?" she asked.
Syqora said nothing at first, clearly contemplating whether to speak or remain silent.
Thyron sighed in disappointment. "Oh right, your oath of silence."
She didn't press further, knowing well the burden Syqora carried. He had sworn an oath to himself long ago not to speak to others about the fate of things he saw woven into the threads of destiny, lest they try to change it and, in making that attempt, worsen the situation for others while still failing to alter a fate that was already written.
After a long moment, Syqora finally spoke.
