Just as Lucavion was walking towards the chamber, Vitaliara was watching everything unfolding right before her eyes.
The murmurs of the Mad Dogs carried on the breeze—half awe, half challenge—but he paid them no mind. His focus remained sharp, the weight of the moment pressing against him.
Vitaliara approached quietly, her presence a soft whisper against the tension brimming in the air. Her tail flicked lazily behind her as she gazed at him, her expression unreadable. [Lucavion, why are you doing this?] she asked, her voice tinged with a mixture of curiosity and concern. [What could drive you to such lengths to bring them under your command?]