“Crises unite people but once they are resolved, petty issues are magnified until they tear everything apart. When our continent rises from its ashes, I want it to be a better Jiera. Not just the same old shit waiting to fall apart.” Roghar said.
“Well, you are still an idiot, but a wiser idiot than I thought.” Zagran nodded, puffing her chest out with pride. “You’ve seen Eycos, didn’t you? That was my son. He kicked your ass like it was nothing, Fenagar.”
“That’s what you are proud of?” The Leviathan was flabbergasted.
“What else should I be proud of? You?” She scoffed. “My lost son has grown into a fine Garuda. It’s much more important than two lesser Guardians, don’t you agree?”
“Please, don’t call us that.” Roghar groaned. “The Master was goading me and I fell for it like an idiot. If the other Guardians know, they’ll never let us hear the end of it and that will become our nickname.”
“I know.” Zagran nodded. “That’s why I’ve already shared everything with Salaark. Our Garlen brethren need to be ready for what’s to come and you idiots need to be reminded of your failures.
“Stop messing with the children of others, Roghar,” She scowled. “Lith, Zoreth, Eycos, and the rest are none of your business. Be better or the next time I might turn my back on you.”
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