In a world where beast masters rule by taming magical creatures and competing in thrilling tournaments, becoming the most celebrated sport, Eratz seemed destined for greatness. Surrounded by friends and family, his path was set until a shocking betrayal shattered his dreams. Fueled by the pain of his betrayal, Eratz looks up at the night sky, finding a new purpose. He vows to rise from the ashes and conquer the beast master world, determined to become the greatest and reclaim his lost honor.
Eratz stood before Kallistra, tension hanging heavy in the air between them.
Her body trembled visibly, her glowing eyes shifting erratically between white and green, mirroring the cracks spreading across her face.
Once radiant and imposing, she now appeared fragile, her golden aura flickering like a candle struggling against the wind.
"You…" she hissed, her voice trembling as she pointed a shaking finger at Eratz. "Why… Why are you still here?"
Eratz met her gaze.
"Because we have unfinished business."
Kallistra's jaw tightened, her teeth grinding audibly. Her hands clenched into fists as she fought to steady herself, but another crack spread across her face, a jagged line glowing faintly with the golden light of the dragon's power.
She stumbled slightly but caught herself, her voice sharp and defiant.