Iskara's brows pulled together. "Dark magic?"
"Yes." Her voice grew grave, "I flinched away instinctively, and Ivan activated his divine powers to touch the surface again, to be certain. The instant he did, the grave split open."
A hush fell over the table.
"Darkness poured out of it," Eve went on. "It gathered, twisted, and rose, until it took the form of a colossal serpent."
"A colossal serpent?" Regulus's eyes widened as he asked, "Can you describe what it looked like?"
Eve nodded, "It had obsidian scales with glowing ember-like fissures that pulsed with an inner fire."
Regulus's eyes widened further, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Azrathul."
"Why do I feel like I have read that name somewhere?" Iskara murmured, resting a finger against his chin.
"I am certain you have. You and I have skimmed through many history books in this palace together," Regulus replied before shifting his gaze back to Eve.
