"Now that you have retrieved the key," El whispered telepathically to Shania and Seraphina, his voice resonating with satisfaction within their minds. "The gateway awaits; you must go immediately."
The golden key's smooth surface fit Leor's palm perfectly. A subtle warmth and soft glow radiated from it, filling him with anticipation. "Thank you, noble dragon," he whispered.
The dragon nodded but remained silent, a flicker of satisfaction passing through her eyes.
"We have what we came for," Seraphina declared, her voice firm. "Now, let's go."
With a shared nod, the group approached the door. Azarath, however, lingered for a moment, his gaze fixed on the dragon as if studying it for a moment.
"Hmmm," he murmured, his voice barely a whisper. "There's something about her that seems rather unusual."
Shania shot him a wary glance. "Don't get any ideas, Azarath." she warned. "There's much to be done. We must go now."