When A Will Finds A Way

"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."