Why do you doubt me?

Within the vast and radiant spiritual space of Strax, resembling an endless starry sky dotted with small floating islands, a heavy atmosphere hung in the air. Kallamos, the majestic dragoness, was reclined in her massive golden chair, a position that should have exuded power, but at that moment, it merely appeared as a posture of exhaustion.

"Sometimes I feel like he's forgotten about us," Kallamos murmured, her voice softly echoing through the space. Her gaze, usually proud, was fixed on the starry horizon, as if she were trying to find comfort in the beauty of the space they shared.

Sitting next to her, Tiamat, the imposing dragoness with golden scales, snorted lightly, but not with her usual force. "Well, considering how busy he is with real women..." she began, casting a glance at Kallamos, "it's no surprise we've been pushed aside. After all, we're just battle spirits. We have no bodies, we can't do anything but watch... while he enjoys his life to the fullest."