"What do you mean?" Morok asked.
"The adults who accompany the kids accelerate their own aging as well. Also, there would be no point in giving them Magus Chairs to play with if the monsters didn't care about the children." Quylla's throat felt parched but her voice was steady.
"Which brings us to the next point." Faluel said. "We came here in the hope that Glemos' test subjects were more like Echidna and less like Typhos. Yet there's no point sparing their lives and giving them a safe haven if they behave like regular monsters.
"What we found here means nothing without context. It could be a way to cull the weak with a sprinkle of mercy just like it could just be a playground for children whose bodies remain unfallen even away from the mana geyser."
Her words made the others sigh in relief and tense up at the same time.
"Hence we are currently stuck. Not only because we have yet to find the exact location of Glemos' secret lab but also because we have no idea what to do once we find it.
"I'm not going to risk our lives by showing mercy and restraint towards creatures that may not deserve them. Based on what we saw during the raids, we are going to fight an entire populace of reverted monsters, some of which have managed to evolve.
"Also, we'd be fighting in their own city where they have the home advantage, whatever the Tyrant's bloodline left as their legacy, and the gods know how many deadly arrays at their disposal."
"Agreed." Morok nodded. "First, we have to find an access point. After that, we have to infiltrate their city and determine if a parlay is possible and if they even deserve one. Only then we can come up with a plan.
"If they're nothing but bloodthirsty warmongers we might as well alert the Council and storm the underground complex. We can still call dibs on my bloodline legacy because finders keepers."
"He means that by discovering the monsters' hideout, providing the Council with an access point, recon, and intel about the enemy's numbers and formations, we can uphold Morok's birthright to the spoils of war." Ajatar rolled his eyes in frustration.
"That's what I said. Just with much fewer words." The Tyrant said with a snort.
"There's no calling dibs in politics, you runt." The Drake's words came out in a low growl. "If our claims don't have solid foundations, we risk getting robbed."
"I risk getting robbed, you mean." Morok replied.
"Whatever. Now let's resume our search until Nalrond and Friya get back. We can't call them without the risk of exposing their presence and we have yet to find a clue to how to get in."
The group spread out again yet no matter how much they searched, they only found more evidence of children's games.
'Let's try this.' Lith closed his eyes while constantly calling upon Solus via the mind link. freewēbnoveℓ.com
There was still static, but the closer he got to her position, the louder it became.
'Okay, she's right below me now.' He had found a point where he could almost hear fragments of words from time to time. 'Too bad that almost only works for nukes and grenades. I need Nalrond to get closer.'
About half an hour after their departure, the Rezar and Friya resurfaced.
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