A Call to Prepare

As Zeronos disappeared into the clouds, Johan stood in the middle of the Lizardman crowd. The onlookers began to disperse, though some remained, their curious gazes lingering on him. Thrayk approached, his expression a mixture of confusion and curiosity.

"You seem to have quite the story, Johan," Thrayk said. "But I feel there's something you want to say before you leave."

Johan nodded solemnly. "You're right, Thrayk. I came to say goodbye, but also to extend an offer." His voice was serious as he looked at Thrayk and the few Lizardmen who stayed nearby. "This continent is facing a grave threat—one that you may not have seen yet, but it's coming."

"What kind of threat?" Thrayk's tone shifted to one of caution, his tail swaying uneasily.

"Dragonia," Johan said firmly. The name elicited mixed reactions. Some Lizardmen looked confused, while others—particularly the elders—exchanged wary glances.