Agatha opened her mouth to speak–
But Lily transformed before she could form words.
A teenage girl stood where the dragon had been, black hair falling past her shoulders, a single obsidian scale visible beneath each eye.
Lily looked up at the clouds, her expression becoming serious.
"So it really is a Lightning Tribulation..." Her voice came out quiet, almost reverent. "I never thought I would see something like this in real life."
Damian's attention snapped to her.
"Lightning Tribulation?"
He'd never heard of anything like that before, not in any of his studies, conversations or the memories.
Even Agatha turned toward Lily, her expression showing confusion mixed with concern.
Lily took a breath, her eyes still tracking the clouds as they continued gathering.
"In my inherited bloodline memories, there's information about what's happening here."
Her voice took on a storytelling quality, reciting knowledge passed down through generations.
