Ethan shook his head, helpless, and condensed another white energy sphere in his palm.
"I honestly don't know what this place is."
His gaze swept over the holes scattered across the plain.
"It feels like a nest."
"But right now, I can't tell what species it belongs to."
The moment the words left his mouth, Ethan caught the change in his companions' eyes—battle intent flaring fast.
Especially the ones who'd just survived a major fight and had been restored by Feylora. Their gazes were already roaming, actively hunting for targets that hadn't even shown themselves yet.
Ethan immediately raised his voice.
"No fighting."
Everyone looked at him.
"Until we figure out what's going on here, nobody makes the first move."
They were peaceful people.
At least… for now.
Idra, standing in the back, suddenly looked up past Ethan's shoulder.
Her body shifted in a blur—scales spreading across skin—until a massive dragon filled the space behind him.
Dragon breath gathered in her mouth.
