Lyvia had managed to infiltrate the Elits at Drago Margie’s house for a meeting with Yizla Bloodworth. Yizla had just warned the Elits gathered there that there is no middle ground, they either have to support Yizla in the war against the Norms or they will perish with the Norms.
Lyvia had spoken up to ask Yizla how she had defeated Drago Margie to obtain the dragon essence that was captured within a glowing purple stone. Yizla stared at her. Her eyes glowed dangerously.
“Who are you?” Yizla asked her, her grey eyes blazing. Lyvia was not sure if she was merely curious or felt threatened by her question.
“I am Zilayn from Sera Street,” she said proudly, as how an Elit will behave, lifting her chin. Proud and arrogant.
“Well, Zilayn of Sera Street, if you join my war against the Norm
