Yvaeris Aranwyn, the High Elf Queen, stared at Broken for a brief moment. And in that instant… he felt it. That gaze—calm and cold—carried an undeniable weight of authority. Even in just a fleeting glance, he could feel her presence pressing down on him.
Broken swallowed hard. But just as suddenly as she had looked at him, the Queen turned away, as if he were of no significance to her.
Around him, some of the dragonkin took flight, swiftly descending toward their settlement below, likely to check on the lower level members of their kind, offering aid where it was needed.
Yet, the Elder Wing remained.
He stood his ground, unmoving.
Like… with how composed and confident he seemed, was he truly certain that the Queen would be satisfied simply by confirming that what she sought wasn't here?
Or… would her wrath consume this place if Ivana was truly nowhere to be found?
