"Fine." Syrah grunted.
"It's nice to finally meet you, Queen Syrah." Meron offered her his hand. "I hope our people can get along and work together to build our homes in Jiera. Care to introduce you to your entourage?"
After the presentations and a bit of small talk, the Royals were impressed by the degree of intelligence and awareness of the reverted monsters. They had expected barely functional bloodthirsty creatures whereas the members of Zelex's senate seemed more rational than most humans.
"I'm sure our people will get along." Queen Sylpha gave Rylah a polite nod of the head, but before she moved on to learn more about the fascinating orc and her crystal staff, there was a question lingering on her mind.
"Magus Verhen, you talked about inviting Emperor Beasts, but aside from the children's friends, I see no one here."
"Allow me to correct you, Your Majesty." Lith pointed at her Faluel, Fyrwal, and Ajatar, the obvious guests she hadn't mentioned to not betray their nature. "Also, those are Reaper, Lifebringer, and Sentinel. The Kings of the Trawn woods."
The two men and one woman were placed in key points of the room, ready to intervene in case something happened. There were also Valia, Trion, Locrias, and Varegrave, but the Demons were spending time with their families, not standing guard.
"I'm sure you've already met Feela the Behemoth."
"Howdy." A very tall, muscular, and shapely woman who seemed to have a penchant for the ice cream said.
"Last, but not least, to put my guests from Zelex at ease and bring someone who has no problem showing his true self, allow me to introduce you to an acquaintance of mine that you've heard about a few times. Tezka, if you please."
The Fylgja had given one tail to each of his clones and kept eight for himself, but one was just the Spirit Tail which was almost useless.
The creature that walked out of the antechamber was about 2.3 (7'7") meters tall and wore a tailor-made evening suit that fit his body like a glove The black and silvery fur didn't seem to bother the fabric and if not for his height, the clawed hands, the tails, and the wolfish head, he would have been quite dandy.
His chest was wide enough to play chess and still have plenty of space and each one of his arms seemed to be capable of uprooting a tree.
"Good evening." He said with a wolfish smile while cutting through the crowd that parted in front of him like a parade in front of a king. "I'm glad Lith invited me over. Our meeting is long overdue."
Tezka's voice was calm and friendly, but those present couldn't stop staring at his every movement as if he was going to attack them at any time.
"Tezka?" The King echoed, having a hard time not letting his voice quiver.
"The Suneater?" The Queen gripped her husband's arm to find strength and the Saefel Sword just to be safe.
"The World Shifter?" Fyrwal dropped her glass in shock and put Faluel behind her, hoping that the Royal Fortress armor she wore would be enough to protect them both.
Sadly, she considered Ajatar as an expendable meat shield.
Many other names, most of which unflattering, filled the air but Tezka nodded politely to every one of them as if they were words of praise.
"Yes, I am. Yet I'm a bit disappointed that no one mentioned my original title. The First Dimensional Mage."
"I beg your pardon?" Both the King and Friya asked in awe.
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