The quiet hum of crickets filled the gaps between their breaths. The breeze stirred again, lifting the edge of Erend's jacket as he leaned forward slightly, the bottle in his hand untouched now.
The look in his eyes was distant and heavy with truths he hadn't fully spoken yet.
Billy gave a short, uneasy laugh. "Heheh, You know, man… when you say 'something more dangerous,' I don't think Demons or nukes. I think world-ending stuff. Like, Dragon, god-tier, Magic-fueled apocalypse type of bad."
Adrien didn't laugh. He sat straighter, his fingers drumming lightly on the glass of his bottle. "What exactly do you mean, Erend?"
Erend let out a slow breath through his nose. He didn't look at either of them.
"I mean I just fought a mad god. This god have their entire world was destroyed by a Dragonborn, our kind. Except this Dragonborn was twisted and corrupted… changed by something else to destroy this world."
