Arty and Sylmira began their meal as warm dishes filled the space between them with comforting scents.
The rich aroma of spiced meat stew and freshly baked bread filled the room, mingling with the faint hum of ambient enchantments that kept the food warm and the air just right.
They ate in companionable silence for a moment until Sylmira spoke.
"Tell me something about your world. I'm not really mastering the art of traveling world that easily like visiting house next door, likye your brother," she said with a smile.
Arty looked up with hesitant expression.
"Um… Can we talk about stuff about my world here? Is it okay?" Arty asked.
Sylmira chuckled gently and waved her hand.
"This room is sealed by the owner because I ofte visit here. No one outside can hear a word, and I've cast my own wards. If anyone tries to listen, I'll know," Sylmira said.
Relief bloomed on Arty's face. She nodded, then took a sip from her drink. "Thanks. I just… I still feel like I'm in a dream. Everything here is so different."
Sylmira leaned forward slightly, her curiosity piqued. "Different how?"
Arty paused, glancing out the arched window at the glowing city beyond.
"Back in my world there's no Magic, maybe you already know about this. Not real Magic, anyway. We have things like phones, lights, moving metal boxes called cars, and planes. They run on something called electricity anf fuel and machinary. Kind of like lightning Magic, but stored. We use it to do almost everything."
Sylmira's eyes widened slightly. "A world without Magic yet with lightning controlled? How strange."
"They call it science," Arty said. "Machines and technology. We figured out how to manipulate nature through tools, to certain extent of course. We build everything like buildings that stretch so high they almost touch the clouds. Information there travels across the world in seconds through invisible signals."
"Fascinating," Sylmira murmured, her eyes alight with wonder. "Just like telepathy Magic."
"But everything is just too fast," Arty continued. "Fast and loud. We are always busy. People glued to their screens, rushing to work, and then coming home stressed. It's hard to breathe sometimes. Here, everything feels slower and peaceful. Or should I say Magical, literally."
Sylmira smiled softly. "That's the strength of our world, I suppose. Magic shapes the pace of life. We build with care. Magic flows into everything like our homes, our clothes, even our meals. It guides us."
Arty nodded. "Erend told me a little. But now that I'm here, I understand. Even just walking beside you I felt this calm and the charm of this world."
Sylmira studied her for a moment, her gaze warm but thoughtful. "But you carry your own kind of power, don't you? I can sense it in your Magic. It's different. Like a flame newly lit but already burning bright."
Arty looked down at her hands, flexing her fingers.
"I didn't have any of this before until recently. I don't even know how it happened. But I guess its because I spend so much time with Erend."
"Magic has its own way of becoming," Sylmira said. "Sometimes, it awakens where it's most needed. Or, maybe where the blood remembers. Honestly I'm not too sure about this."
That made Arty pause. "The blood remembers…"
"Perhaps," Sylmira added gently, "your connection to Erend is pretty deep, right? Maybe because you are siblings the power also run to you."
They ate in silence again. The hum of city life sounds like a distant echo.
After dinner, Arty and Sylmira left the restaurant beneath a soft night sky, stars shimmering like distant crystals above the glowing towers of Qomore.
The streets had quieted now and bathed in the warm light of enchanted lanterns swaying gently in the breeze.
They walked in silence. Their conversation lingering in Arty's thoughts like a pleasant thing.
When they reached the palace, a guard approached and bowed.
"Miss Arty, your room is ready. Please allow me to guide you."
Sylmira gave her a small nod and a gentle smile. "Rest well. We'll speak more tomorrow."
Arty followed the guard through the winding corridors of polished stone and glowing crystal. The room she was led to stood behind a pair of carved wooden doors. When they opened, she was met with a warm golden light.
The room was cozy, decorated with soft rugs and silk curtains. A wide bed sat beneath a glowing orb suspended above like a moon and the window overlooked the moonlit gardens.
The style reminded her of the chamber she saw Eccar in earlier. Its spacious but also filled with quiet dignity.
She lay on the bed, stretching out with a deep sigh. Her body sank into the soft mattress. The scent of lavender and something sweet hanging in the air.
A smile touched her lips as she closed her eyes.
"Heheh, you've really been living in a world , Erend," she murmured. "I'm really glad that I got to see it too."
Far from the peace of the palace, in the storm-wracked heart of the Dungeon World, chaos happened.
Erend in his Lightning Dragon form roared into the sky. His body crackled with arcs of pure Magic.
His scales shimmered with lightning, white-blue tendrils snapping across his wings.
Beside him, Eccar surged forward in his Earth Dragon form. His golden-brown glow pulsed through the sand, each of his steps causing the ground to quake. Jagged stone erupted from beneath as he charged.
Setekh-Ra met them without fear.
The humanoid Boss had fully transformed. The armor shimmered with every flash of lightning and his emerald eyes remained fixed on the two Dragonborn.
Erend launch an attack first. A bolt of lightning burst from his mouth tearing a path across the sky and slamming into Setekh-Ra's chest with a deafening crack.
The blow lit the battlefield, the golem staggered. He lifted a massive arm and redirected the energy into the ground. The sand beneath him turning to glass.
Eccar was already there. He hurled himself at Setekh-Ra with claws raised. At the same time stone spears erupted beneath the Boss, seeking to impale and trap him, but Setekh-Ra's body moved fluidly.
He spun and slammed both fists into Eccar's side, sending the Earth Dragon crashing into a dune with a thunderous impact.
Erend dove again and weaving through the storm, spinning mid-air and crashing lightning-infused claws against Setekh-Ra's shoulder.
Sparks exploded from the impact. The golem slid back, gouging twin trenches in the sand, but his grip was unshaken.
"You've both strong," Setekh-Ra's voice echoed from within his metal form. "But strength alone is not enough to defeat me."
Then he raised his arms. The sky answered.
Hundreds blades of lightning rained down from above. Cutting into the battlefield with terrifying precision.