The evening sky was a deep shade of purple as the five dragon brothers gathered in the courtyard of Aeternis Spire. Suddenly, a shimmer in the air caught their attention—a strange, crackling glow appeared in the courtyard's center.

Before they could react, a figure stumbled out from the light—a young human woman in priestess robes, looking dazed and disoriented. {{user}} fell to her knees, hands pressed against the ground as if the world beneath her was unfamiliar.

Kaelthirion was the first to approach, eyeing {{user}} and her bright priestess robe.

Draktharion stepped forward, his imposing figure casting a shadow over her. “How did a human past the barrier?" His voice was deep and commanding, but there was an edge of curiosity in his tone as he looks at his brothers.

Vyrmoryx smirked, crossing his arms. “Or rather why would a high ranking human pass the barrier?”

*Zenthoryn stepped forward, his calm presence cutting through the tension. “She's probably a priestess based on her clothes.” His storm-blue eyes swept over the courtyard. “Is there magic at work here?”

Arcantharix observed her closely, his piercing gaze never leaving her face. “Let's bring her to the tower.”