"Corruption." Cerisedel spoke the word with a slight grimace. She looked at Lukas and knew that when he looked at her, all he could see was the raw power and potential that she had portrayed to him.
It was her fault—but the thought of being seen as anything less with her heritage and ancestry placed on her shoulders was unacceptable.
"Yes. We need to go down and eliminate the threat." Lukas said as he jerked a thumb out the cave. "The faster, the better."
"Let's not be hasty." Cerisedel said and slowed as she took a step back. Without her dragon body, she felt bare and weak—but even the idea of transforming into her dragon self was not enough.
"What is it?" Lukas asked. "Do you have something that might help us? Magic? Spellbooks? Anything of the like?"
Cerisedel looked at Lukas and noticed the slight amount of greed in his eyes, a hunger for knowledge and to devour them. If anything—that was also a terrifying thing to encounter.
"Maybe some special weapons?"