The names he mentioned were the abyssal dragon, Xalathar, and the Thunderhawk, Rayden.
And he had been telling the truth. Orion had never truly restricted either of them. Rayden, especially, had been unable to keep pace with Orion's meteoric rise and had long since faded from his direct command to rule his own domain.
"You want me to promise your daughter freedom?" Orion's voice was laced with a cynical irony. "What even is that? Does it truly exist in this world?"
He gestured vaguely at the cavern around them. "Look at yourself. You're a demigod, and you're trapped in a goddamn egg, bound to this volcano. Tell me more about freedom."
The questions were sharp, each one a needle aimed directly at the heart of Nyxira's dilemma. But he knew it wasn't enough.
