The following day, the elders once again gathered in the grand council hall. Lance had readied himself both physically and mentally, following Kaethara to meet the elders.
The atmosphere in the grand council hall was thick with tension as Lance stood at the center of the platform, his heart steady despite the intensity of the moment. The towering figures of the dragon elders surrounded him, their glowing eyes fixed on the human who dared to take a step into their sacred traditions.
Kaelthara stood beside him, her imposing presence a silent pillar of support. Aelyndra watched from the sidelines, her golden eyes filled with a mix of worry and pride. There were several other dragons that would normally not be around, Lance himself couldn't tell if they too were elders, or they were just there to witness what was about to transpire.
