"A reunion should be a happy occasion, shouldn't it?"
When Mykael came into view, Azkar was caught off guard. He was quick to regain his composure and exhaled a slow breath of relief.
Perhaps today was not the day he died.
However, his relief was short-lived after Mykael's first words.
Azkar glanced between Beoruh and Mykael and it didn't take any special effort to understand. He had been replaced.
It was a swift turn of events, if Azkar was asked. But it wasn't surprising.
In the stronghold, there had only been Azkar. He was the strongest and the best precisely because of that.
That was no longer the case.
"You made it back." Mykael's tone dripped with boredom. "Yet you have not returned to the Isle. Shall I consider that an act of rebellion?"
Azkar scoffed beneath his breath. It was ironic that a fallen dragon would talk about rebellion when he had been living the very definition of the word for centuries.
