The aftermath of the sparring session left Lance both exhilarated and reflective. His newfound strength, while a source of pride, came with a weight he hadn't fully considered. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the jagged peaks, Kaelthara approached him with a serious expression.
"Lance," she said firmly, her golden eyes sharp as ever. "Come with me. We need to talk."
Lance followed without hesitation. Kaelthara led him to a secluded ridge overlooking the dragon lands, the wind carrying a chill that matched her tone.
Kaelthara turned to face him, crossing her arms. "You've come far, Lance. Farther than I ever expected. But with strength like yours comes responsibility, and consequences."
Lance nodded, sensing the gravity of her words. "I understand. I won't use this power recklessly."
Kaelthara shook her head lightly. "I don't think you do. Not yet." She said.
Lance listened closely, confused as to what she meant.
