The newly emerged Nagas, their scales glistening in the watery light, eyed Drakina and Grymlok with a wariness born of instinct. The humid air was thick with tension, the water around them rippling with their unease. The Naga leader, stepping forward, confronted Drakina directly. "What brings you to our domain?" he hissed, his tone cautious yet assertive, his eyes searching hers for intent.
"You carry an air of malevolence," he observed, scrutinizing Drakina's commanding presence. "You are not the kind ones, are you?"
Drakina, unfazed by the accusation, nodded in agreement. "Indeed, we are not," she replied, her voice steady and composed. "Our intent here is straightforward – we seek to conquer the Nagas."
The surrounding Nagas recoiled in shock and disbelief at her blunt declaration. "Do you think you can defeat us, the rulers of these waters?" the Naga leader retorted, anger and defiance rising in his voice.