Salaark then gave them a few seconds to follow the conversations taking place inside the Mansion so that when she brought everyone back, they acted natural.

“Come on, guys, your names for Solus’ Dragon form are way lamer than usual.” Garrik said, stinging the Overlord in her pride. “Is Snow White Dragon really the best you can do?”

“Of course not.” Aran was offended by both the allegation and the fact that Salaark had uttered such an uncool name on his behalf. “I was just joking. What about Frostblade Dragon?”

“Much better.” Garrik nodded in approval, yet Solus cringed.

“You focus on her joints and forget about the most important part.” Leria interjected. “Auntie’s majestic, colorful wings. Prismatic Dragon is a much more fitting name for her.”

The girls nodded, the boys retched, and Solus cringed harder.

“That’s even lamer than everything you proposed so far, Leria.” Garrik pointed out, forcing Salaark to leave before she joined that ridiculous conversation to defend her taste in names. “That’s not a cool name. It’s too girly!”