“Verhen’s children are under the protection of the Guardians.” Salanoth pointed out.

“True, but for how long?” Jorl’s beak curled up in a smile. “Besides, you can always wait for Verhen’s children to have children on their own and possess his little brother, nieces, and nephews while you wait.

“Their Demon form will make perfect practice material until you can access a pureblooded Tiamat.”

“Yours is an interesting proposition, Jorl.” Uragar’s hardcover brimmed with mana from excitement. “But there’s still a major obstacle to this plan. As you pointed out, the Dead King will soon be unstoppable. Even if he can’t kill me and Solanoth, he can imprison us if we rebel.”

“I bet he has already prepared sealing arrays for us the moment we outlive our usefulness.” The Ring of Space nodded.

“You are right, and that’s why we need to move now, while Orpal has yet to master the full extent of his abilities and his focus is spread on too many fronts.” Jorl replied. “If we wait for him to conquer Garlen before we make our move, it will be too late.”

“Are you suggesting we should dispose of the Dead King?” Akhton steepled his clawed fingers, ready to point out the many flaws of such an idea.