He held no personal grudge against Balech or the Aqualeth race—his disdain was equal for all. But seeing them openly gathering with the Velari, especially now that Liora Virell had ascended to the rank of Titled Practitioner, sharpened that disdain further.
"Kharom." His voice rumbled low, yet carried so clearly that every Umbraen heard it. Elders and youths alike froze, turning with respect toward their leader.
From the back of the gathering, Kharom broke away from the group and hurried forward, climbing onto the Dragon's massive head until he stood before his grandfather.
"Yes, Grandfather." He dropped to his knees, bowing his head deeply. His tone was steady, filled with reverence.
"Look at them. What do you see?" Sevrak pointed toward the figures assembled on Collossith's enormous skull.
