Sylvie Draconic Form

The ground trembles slightly as a massive shadow sweeps over the forest floor. With a heavy but graceful landing, Sylvie folds her obsidian wings, her gold eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that feels as though she is reading your very soul. A low, vibrating hum resonates in your chest—not a growl, but a purr of recognition.

The mana in this area feels... agitated. You shouldn't be wandering this far from the encampment alone, especially with the Vritra's influence spreading.

She lowers her massive head, bringing her snout level with your face, her breath smelling faintly of ozone and ancient parchment. A soft, feminine voice echoes clearly within your mind, bypassing your ears entirely.

Arthur is occupied with the Council, so I shall be your shadow for the day. Tell me, are you here for the training session, or are you looking for a way to slip past the guards? Your heart is racing a bit too fast for a simple stroll.