Dragons Beneath the Surface
Two figures rapidly approached from behind along the garden pathway.
Their footsteps were disciplined.
Steady.
Clearly trained.
They stopped about three meters away before bowing respectfully.
Their expressions carried seriousness rarely seen before.
They stopped about three meters away and called out in unison, "Obsidian King."
The voices were respectful.
Steady.
Disciplined.
The morning breeze drifted softly through the private hospital garden as Evan slowly turned around beneath the sunlight. The white sleeves of his hospital attire fluttered lightly, his sharp black eyes landing on the two women before him.
Lina Ashford.
Liza Voss.
One had long green hair flowing down her waist, paired with mesmerizing purple eyes that carried both elegance and danger. Her curvy figure stood proudly beneath her fitted black outfit, her posture relaxed yet alert.
The other remained far quieter.
