A Will Finds A Way
El rumbled with a deep satisfaction. "The key," he boomed, his voice echoing through the vast cavern. "The gateway awaits."
Shania cautiously retrieved the golden key, its surface cool and smooth to the touch. A faint warmth emanated from within, pulsing with an energy that resonated with the amulet around her neck.
Leor, his demonic aura subdued for the moment, watched the key with a calculating gaze. "The dragon may be content," he muttered, "but this doesn't mean we trust Azarath any further."
Azarath, still cloaked in shadow, remained silent, a flicker of something unreadable passing through his crimson eyes.
"We have what we came for," Seraphina declared, her voice firm. "Now, let's get out of here before the dragon changes its mind."
With a shared nod, the group began their retreat. Azarath, however, lingered for a moment, his gaze fixed on the slumbering dragon.