Jack's eyes closed as his consciousness reached for the connection that bound him to his physical form.
The white space began dissolving around him, reality reasserting itself as he prepared to return.
But before the transition was completed, a new presence manifested.
Emberion materialized from an unknown origin, his substantial form appearing with a nonchalant confidence that defined his every action.
The Slag King's scales glowed with internal heat, making the white space shimmer, magma flowing between obsidian plates.
Jack's consciousness completed its departure, leaving three dragons alone in the soul space between physical reality and the spiritual dimension.
Emberion observed Drakon with an intense gaze, a calculated assessment tempered by an unusual degree of respect that superseded his typical disdain for those he considered inferior.
"Drakon the Scourge," Emberion's voice carried heat that made the air itself feel scorched. "It's been centuries since we last spoke."
