"Are you sure, Lyria? This is extremely dangerous." Her father asked in worried tone.
"Yes, Father. I'm serious about this. I cannot turn my back on this situation when there's something I can do to help."
Hearing her firm response, her father fell silent on the other end of the call. After a moment, he let out a weary sigh.
"You're right... You shouldn't back down from this. It's time for you to face these challenges on your own, and I won't stand in your way." His voice softened. "I believe in you, Lyria. You can do this. Now, hand the communication device back to Lord Caelthas. I'll explain how we can supply you with the mana you'll need."
Lyria nodded and handed the device back to Caelthas, who had been watching her attentively.
"My father wants to speak with you, Lord Caelthas."
The First Elder nodded and accepted the device.
