The Twin Fishes (3)
Vitaliara's sharp eyes flickered with recognition as she felt the subtle shift in the air. The once-chaotic mana flows of the forest, filled with the presence of wraiths and other beasts, had stilled. Instead, something deeper, more powerful, began to move around them.
She let out a low hum, her voice filled with understanding. [They're here.]
Lucavion slowed his steps, his grip on his estoc firm as he scanned the dense, shadowed trees ahead. "What do you sense?"
Vitaliara's tail twitched, and her gaze turned towards the thickening darkness. [The mana flow around us… it's different now. Controlled. It feels like they're opening the path.]
Lucavion's eyes narrowed. "They're waiting for us."
[Exactly,] she replied. [Tiax and Laxa—Nyxaliths don't thrive on pointless bloodshed. They've seen enough of it in this forest. Now, they've decided to meet us directly. No more creatures will stand in our way.]