Kaelthara smirked faintly but said nothing more.
Elder Thoryx stepped forward, raising his wings as he began the ritual chant, his own size bigger than usual. The ancient language of dragons echoed through the air, each word resonating with power. The ground beneath Lance's feet vibrated, the altar glowing with an otherworldly light.
Lance knelt at the center of the altar, surrounded by runes that shimmered and twisted as if alive. The energy in the air grew thicker, almost suffocating, as the chant reached its crescendo, though the elder's tone remained moderate while he spoke in a powerful voice aloud, sounding like thunder.
Kaelthara's voice cut through the tension, clear and commanding. "Swear your allegiance to the Dragon God, Lance. Declare your commitment to uphold the balance of this world."
