Dahelein looked with pride upon the mighty frozen Aerie they had built alongside the IceWyrms. It was a fortress even more effective than the Aerie of the Icewyrm, and Dahelein felt pride.
He had a fleet of Airships scouting for him. He had Boriel’s PeaceBringers, WarGiants and WarDevourers outfitted for arctic survival and ready to take on any attacking army.
Dahelein had a fully stocked, fully armed and armored army ready. They might have been declared nngao by S’vana but they wouldn’t quietly fade away or be disbanded. The young Baribur who served under Dahelein wouldn’t allow it.
They were the new force driving the militarization, a young brash group of knights who considered themselves The DoomWyrm Riders. They needed no Falosini to recognize them, no overarcing rules of who to love and who to shun. But they also had no guidance beyond a desire to destroy those who threatened them.
And the DoomWyrm Dragons joined the preparations with zeal, knowing they could never look upon their Mother-Dragon with pride if their Aerie was destroyed and their surrogate family was disbanded.
Some were old enough to remember the battle where the Falosini Sovereign Xoto was infected and could care less, it was an alien’s life not their own from their perspective.