Ryian sat on his throne, his eye's blazing, and a small window, wreathed in flames floated in the air before his face. Drik stood nearby, watching through the window, seeing all that his master saw.
"You are... positive, that these are the mortals from whom you sense such power," Drik asked tenetively.
"I admit, I am as confounded you old friend," Ryian said, "In all the ages I have seen few things as paradoxical as this. They are finte beings, and yet, I am sensing in them a strength to rival our own! I have seen such power in a mortal only once before, when time and space, in an effort to sustain themselves, drained their excess energy into one being. But even this is different than that. I... I cannot say what this is."
"If they are so powerful we should destroy them at once milord," Drik said, gripping his stone staff, "Before they discover their true strength and realize that they can challenge the elements."
"No Drik, in all your years I would think that you would not be so rash," Ryian said, "Your hatred for the human race, though I share it, has blinded you. They must be left alive, for now. If I have sense this power, then my sisters will have as well, but most importantly, they may draw out the Sacred One."
"All will be involved because of their curiosity," Drik said, understanding his master's plan, "And once active, we will be able to sense them all."
"Yes Drik," Ryian said smiling, "For now we wait and watch. In the meantime, send our troops to their respective places. We must be ready to burst forth at any moment." The lizard man hobbled off to do his master's bidding, "Oh and Drik, send the Dragon Emperor to me, we have much to discuss."
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