Moving Deeper - Meeting Wyverns

The cloaked leader studied us carefully, his eyes scanning for any hint of deception. "If you've seen anything stranger than this,"—he motioned toward the Blightborn corpses—"we'd like to know. Anything that feels… out of time. Or out of place."

I met his gaze, steady. "Nothing yet."

Fafnir didn't say a word, but I could feel the shift in his posture beside me. We both knew it wasn't entirely true. The baby dragon. The sudden appearance of Djinn—free when he shouldn't be. The Beneath One's cryptic warning. The pieces were there, sharp and disjointed, but not enough to hand over.

The Nether Elf tilted his head slightly, clearly not convinced, but he didn't press. "If that changes… you'd do well to speak. These storms don't just gather on their own."