"Is this okay?" Samira asked, frowning as she watched Strax and Lithara standing in the center of the makeshift arena—a space sealed with runes and raw energy markings, designed to withstand combat between entities that bordered on cataclysm.
The two figures stood still, like predators about to spring. The tension between them was palpable, the air charged with pure electricity.
"Don't even tell me about it..." Tiamat muttered, her arms crossed, eyes fixed on the pair in the middle of the arena. "That one... Lithara. She's always been a problem. I don't understand why Strax wanted to bring her back. So much wasted energy. It would have been more sensible to have absorbed her soul and ended the cycle."
"I completely agree," muttered Ouroboros, who was sitting on one of the raised bleachers, her legs crossed like a snake coiled in on itself. Her golden eyes shifted to the side, settling on a figure at the edge of the arena. "But what really catches my attention is this one..."
