"Shit!" Humans raised prayers to the Overlord while the members of the Nest increased the number and frequency of patrols.
The Awakened Lords of the Desert's regions, instead, decided to postpone their meetings and establish an emergency truce with their rivals. If anyone, for any reason, were to draw the attention of Salaark while the paper was black, they would face her true form and fury, consequences be damned.
***
Meanwhile, back at the woodshop, Lith, Trion, and Raaz continued their lesson.
"Dragons are such cheats." Lith sighed.
"He's just a baby." Raaz shrugged. "Shargein has no malice. He was just trying to impress his mother, like you did back when, well, you were way older than him. Dragons are such cheats."
"And they are not the only ones." Trion glanced at Lith, knowing his brother could have obtained similar results by wearing the Eyes of Menadion.
Lith, however, had left the artifact in the tower. His goal was to bond and spend quality time with his father and brother, not to show them up.
"On that, we agree." Lith replied while pointing at Trion's figurine. "Did you practice in secret to get that good?"
Among the three, he was the one who progressed faster and seemed to have an easier time getting the finer details right. Weirdly enough, his talent was limited to women's features.
"You mean you don't know?" Trion looked at Lith with doubt and surprise.
"Know what? I don't read the minds of my Demons. Heck, I didn't even know you were there until you saved Mom from that thrall. I mean, I can do it to a degree but I would never violate their privacy, let alone that of my brother."
The thicker the black chains connecting Lith to one of his Demons, the more information he could share or extract. The problem was that the Demon would notice, shattering their trust, and the process had side effects.
With someone like Locrias who loved his daughter and wife dearly, Lith would have to rummage through thoughts that he preferred to leave alone. Not only because he had no desire to witness Locrias' intimate moments with his wife but also because those feelings could affect him.
'I might end up loving them like my own family and I already have enough on my plate.' He shuddered at the thought.
"Well, then you are in for a surprise." Trion sighed. "Back when I was in the military, I hated having free time alone or boring assignments like guarding the door of a superior
officer. I always ended up thinking about home.
"About my childhood and how badly I broke things off with Mom and Dad. The only way I had to shut down those thoughts was whittling. The act of carving wood brought back the happy memories of the time spent in front of the fireplace with Dad.
"Useless to say, most of the times I ended up carving a figurine of Mom, especially after receiving and refusing one of her letters." Trion showed Lith and Raaz his current creation.
They finally recognized in its subject a much younger Elina dressed in the poor clothes she had back when Trion was still a child.
"It's not that I'm good at this, I just had years of practice. I could carve Mom's features with my eyes closed."
"Thanks, son." Raaz patted Trion's back.
"For what?"
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