An hour passed by, and the luminous pool of the Chasm of Life shimmered as Lance stood in its centre, his body aglow with newfound energy. The gathered dragons, silent and watchful, studied him with a mix of awe and apprehension.
But then, something happened that shattered the tranquil reverence of the moment.
Suddenly, the glow of the chasm intensified, its light flooding the chamber. The liquid around Lance began to churn violently, sending ripples and waves crashing against the rocky walls. Gasps echoed through the gathered dragons as the liquid started to rise, lifting Lance's submerged form into the air.
"What's happening?" Aelyndra asked, her voice tinged with panic.
Kaelthara's golden eyes narrowed. "What a strong response. This... shouldn't be possible for a mortal."
The liquid wrapped around Lance like tendrils of light, seeping into his skin and veins. He could feel it tearing through his body, a sensation that felt like the world's end.
