After a half hour more, the meeting came to a rushed end, it was an unsaid agreement in favor of Neveah's visible struggle and Neveah did not protest or comment on it.
Her internal struggle was common knowledge, she could not continue pretending to be fine when everyone already knew she was not.
Neveah sat in place as the dune dragons took their leave from the meeting hall, it was only when Neveah was left to herself that she released the breath she had not even realized she was holding.
Neveah spared a glance down to her palm, watching the puncture marks slowly heal over from where her claws had dug into her own skin.
That was how tightly Neveah's fists were clenched. It was a struggle to restrain a force as powerful as Demevirld with little to no prior experience in magic and Demevirld knew this too.
'How long do you think you can hold out? Suppress me?' Demevirld's haunting voice taunted Neveah in her mind.