"If Jorl has become an Upyr, he threw away your legacy and tainted our bloodline. Whatever he has become, it can’t be allowed to spread." Rethia said. "We’ll take him down, whether you ask for it or not."
"So be it." Tyris nodded. "Just be careful. Jorl won’t be alone nor unprepared."
"Neither will we. Rethia out." The Wind Griffon hung up the call, leaving Tyris and her guest alone.
"I’m really sorry this happened to you, Lady Tyris, but I don’t see why you brought me here." Ileza the Bastet, Guardian of Life of Verendi, said.
"To give you a glimpse of your future and the opportunity to take action before it’s too late." Tyris replied.
"How does an empty cave threaten my country?" Ileza waved at Jorl’s vacant nest.
"According to the reports, there was also a Bastet among the Upyr troops that ravaged Lutia." Tyris said. "I thought you should know about it."
"I thank you for your consideration, but I’d rather deal with the countless wars that ravage Verendi, the Organization, and rebuilding my Awakened Council ." The Bastet shrugged. "One alleged wayward child is hardly a reason to summon a fellow Guardian."
"Really?" The Griffon raised a brow in annoyance. "Then let me spell this out for you. Jorl has never been a warmonger. He’s a petulant child who just wanted everything handed to him on a silver platter.
"Now, he can escape my detection and move inside my turf unimpeded. He has most likely joined a madman and wrought destruction upon lands against which he held no grudge.
"He killed or contributed to kill thousands of innocents to pursue a plan that isn’t his own." She paused to let her words sink in.
"The Bastet who appeared in Lutia talked quite a bit before almost killing two Council representatives." Tyris said. "He has a huge chip on his shoulder with Verendi’s Council and his own race.
"He has expressed in clear terms his desire for revenge and his outrage about your turf’s current state of affairs. What do you think such a person will do once he’s done with the Griffon Kingdom?"
"Order and chaos!" Ileza took a step back as if she had been slapped. "Assuming you are right, he’ll invade Verendi with the Dead King’s help and slaughter anyone who stands in his way.
"He’ll conquer the mortal and Awakened societies, and maybe even seek to beat the Bastet race into submission."
"And don’t forget the part where you won’t be able to find him and his army until it’s too late." Tyris nodded. "Since we are already here, I won’t mince words with you. You owe me, Ileza.
"First, you let those idiots of your Council plan an attack on Elysia Verhen. It’s a serious offence against me by itself, but the fact that you are the current Council representative for Verendi’s Guardians makes it even worse.
"Then, when I came down to fix your mess and teach your Council a long overdue lesson in discipline, you dared try to stop me. Now, another of your children has waltzed into my home and acts as he pleases. I’m not happy, Ileza. I’m not happy at all."
"Another?" The Baste echoed.
"The first is Theseus." Tyris’ voice was low, but every word she spoke was crystal clear. "The same one who joined the Master’s legion of Eldritches and contributed to your capture.
"The second one, the Upyr, will do much worse if given the chance. I would start thinking of something if I were you. Your country is nowhere as strong as mine, and you have no Verhen."

"I thought it was supposed to be about us." Nalrond furrowed his brows. "Unless, of course, this is *your* marriage and I’m just a prop."
"Then, please, also think about me when you plan *our* big day." He replied. "Think about how awkward it will be for me whenever we have to entertain your guests, people I’ve never met and know nothing about.
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