"If that’s not reason enough to stay your hand, I remind you that Valeron the Bahamut is the only one of his kind and the only trace left of the Emerald Dragon bloodline.
"More Bahamuts will be born from him, and maybe he’ll sire Emerald Dragons like we do Lesser Dragons. In case you are too stupid to connect the dots, little mice, I’ll spell it out for you." Quashol said.
"The Brood hereby officially recognizes Valeron the Bahamut as one of our own. He won’t receive our protection, but will enjoy the Law of Revenge like the rest of our kin. You already know how it works. A life for a life.
"Yet Valeron is different. By killing him, you sever not one, but two Dragon bloodlines. If you still decide to act against him, remember this warning. You sever our bloodline, we sever yours. Everyone carrying the blood of the murderer will be killed.
"Entire Awakened Households will be burned until nothing remains. We won’t attack the members of their race, of course. Only those who carry either the murderer’s last name or share their magical legacy. We’ll erase you from Mogar’s history."
The message ended like that, brooking no argument.
Many inside the Awakened Council were rattled. The Brood wasn’t bound by Council laws and owed it no respect. The Awakened Representatives knew from past experience that there would be no debate with the Brood.
The Wyrms would attack if provoked and go to war with the Council if necessary. The previous World Tree had learned it the hard way, and no Awakened took their warning lightly.
To make matters worse, only a handful of Dragon bloodlines had taken arms to avenge Valtak’s death, whereas the entire Brood had issued the warning about Valeron the Second.
Like often happens in life, bad things always found a way to get worse.
"Listen, and listen well, you ungrateful bastards, because this is the only warning you’ll receive. I am Rethia the Wind Griffon, wife of Surtr, and I speak as the representative of my people." She said in the message she broadcast on the emergency channel of the Council minutes after Quashol’s.
"After everything our mother has done for you, you have wounded her heart. After everything we Griffons did for your species across the entire Mogar, you dared attack one of our own.
"Valeron the Bahamut may be the son of Thrud the Mad Griffon, but he’s also the grandchild of Tyris the Great Mother. Any further attempt on his life will be answered with extreme prejudice. We are many. We are everywhere."
The message was shorter and vaguer, which only made it more unsettling.
Rethia had been chosen as the representative of the Griffon Bloodline not only because she was a white core, but also because she was married to Surtr. Even the dumbest among the Awakened understood that her warning was twofold.
Anyone who attacked Valeron the Bahamut wouldn’t have to face the Dragons and the Griffons, but their joined forces.
The Council Representatives and all the patriarchs of the Awakened Households had witnessed what one Divine Beast parent empowered by the Life Maelstrom of his child could do.
Picturing thousands of them, all empowered by the Life Maelstrom produced by an adult Griffon skilled in its use, was enough to make the blood freeze even in the veins of the most ruthless Awakened and paint a world ablaze with fire and thunder.
"Change of plans!" Meln Narchat said to his troops. "Don’t touch the little mongrel. Ever. He has to be considered a threat on par with Leech’s spawn. I have gone through too much to achieve what I have and build myself an army just to be wiped out by a bunch of angry monsters.
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