There were only two options: fall in line, or face exile.
Banishing the dragons would have been impossible for Orion in the past. Now, it just required a single thought.
"Respected Giant King, your terms are..." Pyraxis Bloodflame bowed, attempting to stall. He needed to return to the dragon roost. He figured the elders would want to send a much stronger wyrm to negotiate a better deal with Orion.
"You don't need to give me an answer today," Orion interrupted. "Go back to your roost. Tell those old fossils that the Titanion Realm has evolved into an Ascendant Plane. Tell them that soon, it will be able to condense a Divine Mantle. They'll know what choice to make."
Pyraxis and Kassophyr gasped in unison.
"A Divine Mantle?!"
It wasn't a question of doubt; it was absolute, raw shock.
