"So... what do we do now?" Samira asked, breaking the silence as the group rested around the makeshift arena.
There was still a faint smell of mana in the air, remnants of the battle between Strax and Lithara. Some were still wiping sweat from their foreheads, others were just watching the sky above the arena, trying to get used to their own existence within those new bodies.
Strax looked at them all, his tone calm but firm.
"For now, you must focus on getting used to your new strength. No rush." He crossed his arms, watching each one closely. "Vorah can wait. You are still adapting—and I don't want anyone going into war unstable."
A brief silence fell, but soon came the nods. One by one, they all agreed.
It was true: their bodies were different. Their souls were too. And the power... it came like a river overflowing through newly discovered veins.
No one questioned Strax.
Not because he instilled fear. But because there was trust.
