"Excuse me?" Seraphina muttered, gaping openly at Mala while Drystan could already feel the disappointment looming over him.
Mala gave them a rigid look. "I'm sorry, Seraphina. But I cannot join you in this war." She affirmed once again.
"How can you even say that?" Niko almost snarled as he glared at her, "the fate of the entire world is in our hands, in your hands and you wish to stay here, protected and safe?" There was a hint of disgust in his voice as he stared the last living heir of Osiris.
Mala pursed her lips together, looking away from Seraphina's piercing gaze, "I have my reasons." She mumbled, refusing to give any further explanation.
Drystan couldn't stop himself from saying, "you do realize that if Nero wins then the entire existence of humans and dragons will be depe
