"Son of a filthy-" The words died in the Dawn King's mouth when he noticed Lith's glare. "I mean, that ugly piece of shit played us like a fiddle. I'm amazed by your attention to detail, Supreme Magus Verhen. I've watched the footage several times yet never noticed this."
"Second piece of good news." Lith snarled in anger. "I don't think Poopie's dominant side is the Dragon's life force but the Vampire. Look at this."
He pointed at the membranous wings, the bulging upper torso of the Chosen, and the lack of scales.
"This is not something like a Wyvern but a Chiropteran"
"Are you sure?" Bhaz pondered. "Your Demons have no scales either!"
"Because their body is made of darkness, not flesh." Lith replied. "Also, there is another way to confirm my theory. Did the Night Court use ice spells against the Chosen?"
"Of course!" Cyrra nodded. "Ice is the best way to slow down a Ghoul's regeneration and keep their scattered pieces from reattaching themselves to the main body."
"Show me." Lith said and Bahz obliged. "I was right. There is no drop in the Chosen's strength when hit by the cold waves."
"Again, it's a Ghoul." The Banshee shook her head. "All undead are immune to cold, just like your Demons."
"And again, that's only because they don't have a physical body." Lith replied. "Valia, show them."
The Demon possessed her own body and kept it perfectly preserved with Necromancy. The moment she abandoned her human form and became a Demon of the Fallen, her pitch-black skin became covered in small scales.
They moved up and down gently, as if the scales breathed along with her, releasing a heat that steamed in the cold of the Stonewall Fortress.
"Dragons are beings of fire and I'm no different." Lith shapeshifted into his Tiamat form, revealing the crown of silver flames on his head and raising the temperature in the room by several degrees. "It's the reason I'm weak to cold. This thing is not."
Bhaz instinctively took a step back. Undead were supposed to be immune to fire, but the unnatural heat Lith emitted felt like it would burn the Blood Warlock like paper if he stood too close to the silvery flames.
"I was right! You did become stronger despite being still a bright violet core." He blurted out in surprise.
"Mine is a new kind of Divine Beast, Bhaz." Lith clicked his foot-long (30 cm) tongue. "Of course I get stronger every time I discover one of my abilities. Now, if we are done stating the obvious, it's time for the bad news.
"Not only are you right about the qualitative change Poopie's powers will undergo when he reaches the violet, but we now know for certain he has a way to uphold his promise. He can pass his powers without a prism."
"I'm sorry, you lost me." Cyrra said.
"Think about it." Lith shapeshifted back into his human form. "Abominations can't procreate. Even as a Tiamat, it will take decades for my daughter to be able to fight and most of my Demons are wandering souls that join my side for a single battle.
"But what about undead? You are almost as sterile as Abominations but you have another way to increase your numbers quickly."
"Good gods." Bhaz covered his mouth with his hand in realization.
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