Calyra walked through Anbord, unseen by anyone, quietly enjoying the looks of awe and reverence on people's faces as they witnessed their champions defeat the dragons. One would be very confused as to why she wasn't angry when her people, her brothers and sisters, were being killed.
Well, the answer was simple. She couldn't feel anger or any other emotion. Such was the requirement of her power. Her power over Dreams. Dreams were a concept that many had tried to understand, decipher, and comprehend, but all their research was fruitless. Because dreams weren't physical, neither were they spiritual. They were ethereal and somewhat psychological. Dreams could do a lot of things, and combining emotions with dreams... was just madness.
Calyra's strength lay in assassination through dreams, and her current mission was to take out two "naughty dragons." Barki and Amara, the traitors of the dragon empire.
Her eyes glowed with a pinkish color, and she disappeared from her position.
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