Hello again! Sorry for the delay in this chapter. But work and sickness were being a bitch. Oh, and writer's block was annoying as well. This chapter is more of a set-up for the training. It introduces some characters there won't be here for long but hopefully gives an insight into Manarath as a character. Still don't personally like this chapter very much since it was such a bitch to write. But I still hope you guys enjoy it anyway!


Manarath was sitting in his office. Thinking over everything that has happened since he and his lovely wife arrived in this dimension. Since meeting Azazel, everything had snowballed.

Not that he didn't enjoy all the new things he was doing, he just needed this moment to collect his thoughts and plan everything out.

He had a deal with Tiamat. And wasn't that something? He had heard that a version of Tiamat was in this dimension, but to see the position she found herself in simply made Manarath laugh out loud.

(Break)

Having arrived In the familiar forest and casting out his senses, Manarath started walking toward the most powerful draconic aura he could sense while leaving Rias and her peerage behind. He really didn't want to disturb them more than he already have.

"Did you gather any more information from Sirzechs about this Tiamat? Or are we going in blind?" Selene asked, walking right beside him with their arms linked. Simply enjoying the stroll through an admittedly beautiful forest.

"No, I got nothing more than there is a dragon that goes by the name of Tiamat. But from what I can sense, this might actually be a fun meeting." Manarath answered, his tone filled with excitement. He was looking forward to meeting this Tiamat.

When about halfway towards where Manarath and Selene were walking to hopefully meet with this world's Tiamat. A roar shook the forest and the very magic in the area. It came from where they were heading.

Manarath's smile turned feral. That was a roar of challenge. This Tiamat could feel another dragon walking toward her territory.

Selene pinched Manarath's arms, making him turn to face her. His smile was still feral.

Seeing the look on his face, she simply sighed and let go of his arm, and pushed him forward.

"I know that look on your face. Now show this Tiamat who the biggest dragon is," Selene said, her tone exasperated.

Manarath didn't need to hear anything else, because he started sprinting. Slowly ending up on all fours as his body twisted in a sick display of a transformation. His arm elongated with a snap of his bones, his back bulged, sprouting a pair of white draconic wings in an explosion of blood and gore. His skin started shimmering and turning paler, his skin having turned to white scales. While he transformed, his shape started becoming bigger and bigger. His transformation was only halfway done when he reached where the roar of challenge had come from. The only thing Manarath noticed was a gigantic western dragon with a turquoise color. That didn't match with Tiamat, but that didn't matter. This dragon had challenged him, and he couldn't back down now.

The dragon's angry eyes widened in shock and horror as the half-transformed Manarath cracked the earth beneath him with only the power in his legs as he lunged at the dragon. Manarath hit the dragon and simply dragged it down, shredding its scales and drenching himself in its blood. Finishing his transformation, Manarath towered over the massive dragon. Pinning it to the ground.

Fear was wafting off the unknown dragon, oh how it truly filled Manarath with joy.

The dragon simply laid there, completely still, shock and terror having taken control of it.

"Hmm. When I Head the roar, I expected something more." The voice of Manarath came. Having calmed his bloodlust enough to actually concentrate on the whole situation.

There came no answer from the dragon that still just laid there being pinned down by Manarath.

(Break)

That whole situation was mind-blowing. Because that dragon turned out to be Tiamat. A single head, no other color than turquoise. When Manarath first found out he was sorely disappointed, he wanted to mess around with his version of Tiamat and come up with a scheme to sow some chaos or help Azazel with creating peace between the major factions. But imagine his shock when the Tiamat changed right in front of his eyes.

(Break)

"Manarath, you insolent whelp! Get off of me this instance!" The dragon beneath him yelled out, anger and indignation clear.

Manarath, in his dragon form, simply blinked a couple of times in confusion. "Tiamat?" he asked, not moving away yet.

"Yes! Now get off me you!... you… you!" That was new. The powerful dragon god of all chromatic dragons was stammering.

"How in the name of Mystra did you end up like this?" Manarath simply asked, more intrigued about this whole situation than anything, Tiamat apparently had lost a great deal of power in this universe since she couldn't do anything more than try to squirm her way out from beneath him with little success.

And she was still bleeding out, but him being on top apparently was more important than her bleeding out. So Manarath got off her and started shrinking back down. He didn't need to be a dragon to have this conversation.

"You know if you took your time to figure out it was me and Selene coming, you wouldn't be in this situation," Manarath said, his tone teasing.

"The same goes for you! You floundering, idiot!" Tiamat yelled back, Pain finally coming through in her voice. "Now heal me, you insignificant fly!"

Manarath simply laughed as he finished returning to his original form and started calling upon his magic to heal the wounds he had left upon the god of chromatic dragons.

"Now please explain to me why you are in such a pathetic state," Manarath clearly demanded, even though his tone was still calm.

Tiamat started squirming. For all her posturing, she knew Manarath was more powerful... For now.

Tiamat let out a deep sigh as she finally just relaxed as Manarath healed her. "How dragons work in this universe is different," she started. "There are no chromatic dragons or metallic dragons. Color means nothing to them. And in this universe, I'm just the Chaos Karma Dragon! Not the god of all chromatic dragons!"

(Break)

Manarath let out a chuckle. He just found the whole situation with Tiamat hilarious. A god from his world that he knew he could run into when traveling to other universes was just a normal, if strong, dragon!

That bit of information he was keeping was blackmail for the future.

At least with his arrival, Tiamat now had a proper place to stay that wasn't an empty cave in a forest, since he had given her a free pass through his wards and security. Tiamat still had her obligations to be the. Selene would enjoy having more female company over for when he drove her up the wall with his jokes or planning. She was positively smitten with Grayfia, and if he didn't know any better, she was trying to get her all to herself and away from her husband.

But that wasn't the only situation. There was the whole debacle with the Phenix heir and little Miss Gremory. He had promised to help, and he was going to. He was a man of his word, after all. But the question is, how? Sure, he had helped Issei with furthering his draconic powers, but that was more guiding him to a point and having him go on instincts from there.

So how was he going to train a group of children to fight? He could just throw them into the chamber and tell them to survive. Set them up with resurrections, so when they die, they appeared at the start and then repeat until they were skilled enough to survive.

But sadly, that wasn't the morally correct way to go about it. And he needed to be in good favor with Sirzechs, so mentally scaring his younger sister with death of her friends and herself, so it was also not the most optimal way of doing it.

Which just means he had to take things into his own hands and train them himself.

Or make use of the few people he had.

Manarath righted himself in his chair and waved his hand around to clean up what little messes there were in his office with a quick prestidigitation. When that was done, he simply called out,

"Selene, Tiamat, if you could meet me in my office. I have some things to talk to you about."

It didn't take more than a minute for Selene to walk through the door. A questioning eyebrow quirked. She most likely knew what this meeting was going to be about. She always knew what he was thinking, even if he didn't know himself.

It took another 10 minutes for Tiamat to arrive. Manarath had felt her walking around confused as to where everything was, so when the 10 minutes passed, he took pity on her and shifted the house layout so the next door she would check was his office.

The Tiamat that came through the door looked drastically different from the dragon he had met. First of all, she had taken the form of a woman with shimmering pale skin and long hair that reached her lower back that seemed to shimmer with the different colors of the chromatic dragons she normally have control over.

She was wearing a simple dress that wasn't too flattering or revealing. It was mostly to cover her up, since she normally wouldn't wear any clothes. Selene was very mad about that fact and forced her into the dress.

The grumpy look on her face didn't help the fact that Manarath was having a hard time keeping in his laughter at everything going on with Tiamat. It was funny from the beginning till now, and it would continue to be.

"Why does your home have to be so complicated?" Tiamat grumpily asked.

"It's literally my pocket plane. I have given you access to it. You can will any door to open to where you want to go." Manarath said, his tone deadpan with an undertone of humor.

Tiamat's mood wasn't helped by the fact Selene was snickering from beside him.

"That information would have been nice to have BEFORE I was wasting my time checking the doors," Tiamat almost growled at him. The annoyance she was feeling was clear in her tone and on her face.

Tiamat hadn't changed all that much from when she was when he mauled her in the familiar forest. Other than her growing power, of course. With her having a connection to the pocket plane Manarath's house was on, she also had a small connection back to Manarath's home universe, where there are chromatic dragons. So the divine spark she had was ignited into a small flame that slowly increased her power in this universe.

Manarath smiled at her. "I will be sure to mention such things in the future, Tiamat. But right now I have a favor to ask of you."

Tiamat raised a questioning eyebrow at him. "What could you possibly ask of me? You couldn't do yourself?" Tiamat's voice was deadpan. She knew Manarath had almost endless resources to complete a whole variety of tasks, so what could she do he couldn't do himself?

"I have agreed to train the peerage of a girl I formed a contract with." Manarath started, his voice turning serious. "One member has a draconic Sacred Gear and needs guidance from another dragon to understand everything that is happening to him."

Tiamat's eyes narrowed. "Is it Ddraig's brat?" She asked, more than likely already knowing the answer.

"Yes, it is," Manarath answered anyway.

A growl left Tiamat's throat as anger came over her. Her glimmering skin started turning darker as the flawless skin turned to scales. "Why would I waste my time dealing with that worm Ddraig and the brat that wields him, huh!?"

The growl that came from Manarath in response made Tiamat stop in her tracks. It was deep and guttural and sounded like the gigantic beast that he hid just beneath the surface of his skin. His eyes had turned to slit and the white of his eyes had turned a glowing icy blue.

"You will do me this favor because I will owe you a favor," Manarath said simply. His tone hadn't changed, but his posture certainly had. Before he was leaning back in his chair and talking calmly, now he was leaning forward with his hand on the table. Looking like a predator staring down prey. "And you know how much a favor from me can mean."

Having been properly cowed and incentivized into helping, Tiamat huffed and sat down in a comfortable chair that almost swallowed her whole. "Fine, I'll help the brat. But don't expect me to be happy about it!"

Manarath leaned back in his chair. "It doesn't matter to me. I would actually prefer it if you show your displeasure. It would most likely make his instincts believe he could be in danger and force him to take it more seriously."

"What about me, darling? You wouldn't have called me here if you didn't want something from me." Selene drawled, slowly lowering herself into Manarath's lap and drawing her hands across his chest. If it wasn't for the mischievous smile that plastered her face, the scene would be one that should be behind closed doors.

Manarath let a fond smile grace his features at his wife's antics. "Yes, I need you to take care of the people who focus on magic. While I take care of the more physical oriented people."

Selene frowned. "I thought you would take care of the kids that needed help with magic."

Manarath sighed. "The magic system of the devils works entirely on imagination. And you know how I dislike working with such a magic system." Manarath said, annoyance coloring his tone. "It would take time to research how I could make use of it myself before I would feel comfortable teaching anyone with it."

"So you just want to unload them on me instead?" Selene asked, mock annoyance filling her features and tone.

"No, I'm loading them off to you because you are a woman who they would feel more comfortable with," Manarath said, his tone flat.

"Oh?" Selene's voice raised into a questioning tone. "Are you leaving those poor souls to me? Do you just want me to teach them magic? Or are you looking for me to corrupt the young devils?" Selene asked hopefully.

The deadpan look Manarath gave her was answer enough, and she sagged in her seat. Which still was her dear husband's lap. "How boring of a task you set for me, husband dearest! There must be something you must want out of this, so what is it?"

Manarath said nothing and simply summoned his wand from its pocket dimension and tapped it to Selene's forehead. A small glow in the form of an eye appeared.

Selene's eyes light up in realization. "You aren't even going to miss them training. You want to fulfill your promise and study their magic at the same time!" Selene exclaimed, getting up and walking around in front of the table. "So you just want me to teach them and evolve their magical prowess?"

Manarath smiled, and gave a single nod, just adjusting to the extra information he was receiving from the spell he put on Selene. It was one that simply took all the information Selene had processed and copied it to him. It also had an analysis part to it that locked onto the magic being used and sent extra data regarding its purpose and makeup.

He really should have put it on when they went to start the training and not in his home. That was basically only magic. He was being kinda overloaded with information at the moment, hence he only gave a nonverbal response.

"Well then, what are we waiting for? Let's go talk with them!" Selene yelled out, grabbing Tiamat's arm and dragging her along, much to her protest.

"Honey, wait up a second. They have school!" Manarath yelled out, a laugh coloring his tone.

Selene stopped right before she went through the door. "Right, I knew that," Selene said, letting Tiamat go as she turned around and started walking over to stand beside Manarath. Not letting her embarrassment show.

"Well, how do we get in contact with them?" Tiamat was the one to ask the question. If they weren't going to the school where they were most of the time, how would they inform them of the training they had planned?

Manarath simply raised an eyebrow at her and summoned forth a magic circle that flashed for a brief instant and then disappeared. There was a brief flash of the same light coming from under the long-sleeved shirt he was wearing.

"That should do it," Manarath said.

Tiamat narrowed her eyes at the display. It couldn't be that easy, could it? "You marked them?" Tiamat asked, trying to figure everything out.

"No, Only Rias and Sona," Manarath said like it was no big deal. "They have the most potential, other than Issei, of course."

"Do you even know who you've marked? Who you connected with?" Tiamat asked, franticly, "Not one but two sisters to the Satans! How can you be so stupid as to take them under your wing when it is known that they love their sisters to an almost insane degree?!"

"Sirzechs was there when I did it," Manarath said, his voice as calm as ever. "And I believe I've gotten a good enough read on Sirzechs that he allowed it because he saw a possibility of bringing the three factions together."

Tiamat blinked, confusion clear on her face. "What?" she asked.

Manarath simply smiled. "You should know by now that power isn't the only thing holding the underworld together. Sirzechs is one cunning bastard." Manarath leaned forward in his chair and put his hands on his table. "Sirzechs saw the whole situation unfold, saw me marking his sister with a pact mark. Asked a single question when he found out what it was and continued to let it happen. He saw me, a powerful magician, powerful enough to make pacts, and realized I only wanted to be a neutral party and would help any who asked it. He saw an opportunity to bring a more stable peace between the factions through me." Manarath leaned back in his chair again. "And he came to that conclusion only moments after I marked his sister. He took a situation where I was the only one who would profit and profited himself. I can't help but respect it and want to help his lofty ambitions."

"You want to help him create peace between the three factions?" Tiamat asked, dumbfounded. "Just because you respect the Maou Lucifers' ability to take a situation he wouldn't profit from and turned it profitable."

Manarath simply smirked. There wasn't anything more to say. Tiamat understood what he was saying and should know him well enough that he helps people who have the appropriate amount of ambition. Sirzechs doesn't want war, but he is willing to basically sell his own sister to achieve this peace, as long as she lives a long and happy life. And Rias would. Manarath would make sure of it.

Rias had been given his mark. That alone was reason enough to ensure she had a long and happy life. Manarath marked her when he found out she would be in the center of all the most interesting events, and he wanted a reason to meddle just to see high he could get in the political food chain of this world. But now that he had time to look at Rias' soul through the mark, he couldn't help but be reminded of his daughters back home. It was the reason Selene was acting all motherly again. Manarath was just better at remembering Rias actually wasn't his daughter. Selene, of course, didn't care that she wasn't their daughter. She was a young girl that could be the spitting image of one of their daughters that was having problems, so she wanted to help and smother the girl in love.

Manarath's eyes lit up with an idea, a tell Selene immediately saw and recognized.

"What popped into your head now, darling?" Selene purred. She loved it when her husband came up with ideas. They were mostly always fun and led to some wonderful memories.

"What would you say I got some of our sons to come and help with the training?" Manarath asked.

Selene gasped at the question. "Of course. I want some of my baby boys to come and visit!" Selene squealed. But calmed down quickly enough. "But who would you call? I assume you mean to help with the physical aspect of training the kids so you can just observe how they work."

"You know me so well, my love," Manarath said, not even bothering to hide what he had planned. "But yes, that's the plan. I'm thinking of calling Rickard and Miqalla. Rickard to help young Koneko with her natural connection to nature and Miqalla with the young Kiba's swordsmanship."

The smile that appeared on Selene's face said it all, "Oh, how I miss those boys… What do you think they are doing right now?" She said wistfully, remembering when both boys were still young boys.

"Excuse me, you have children?" Tiamat interrupted, "Since when? And why aren't they famous in your world? I would remember if you had spawn running around causing trouble."

It was Manarath that started, "Because they didn't want to be known. And even if I'm an all-powerful person, the enemies I have made would still think to target my children to get to me. So we've kept them secret." Manarath explained. "Plus, not all the children I have are between me and Selene. We've taken lovers over the years and had children with them."

"Well, you had Miqalla before you met me," Selene said. "That marriage contract your father got you into at a young age that could only be broken when you had an heir to the family with your bloodline's blessing." Selene's tone turned wistful. "She was a nice girl and didn't mind me having a hand in raising him. She knew your marriage wouldn't last. But at least she could get a comfortable life out of an unpleasant situation." Selene finished. Looking into nothing as she recalled that whole situation with young Marianne. That girl was a lovely little thing. She was glad to have met her and had some time with her before they left for this world.

"Well, I should probably Call the boys before I just bring them here and mess with whatever they are doing," Manarath said, drawing his wand and tracing a runic array on the table. With a look of concentration on his face "Just gotta… tweak the spell a tiny bit… And there we go! Boys, can you hear me?"

The runic array on the table lit up and two tiny figures who if Tiamat was to guess. Were the two boys Rickard and Miqalla.

One boy was tall and broad-shouldered, with tightly packed muscles. He wore little in the name of clothes other than to cover his modesty and have something of a holster to carry the massive sword he currently had on his back. One of the most distinctive features the boy had was the two long horns that curved along with his head and then upwards. The tail swinging behind him was also a distinctive feature.

The other boy wasn't as tall, but still wasn't short by any means. He had a regal air about him and was dressed in what could be called formal, but practical, clothing. It had some pads of armor and didn't look to be restricting his movement. His hair was slicked back, just like Manarath's. But the most distinctive feature about him was the clear scales that ran up both his arms and could be seen on his neck all the way up to his jaw.

"Father, is that you? I take it if you are calling on me, your spell was actually a success." The boy that looked to be from nobility said. Relief was clear in his tone. "I'm happy that you called. Mother was worried when you hadn't made contact since you stated your intention of traveling to other realms."

"Miqalla my boy," Manarath said, a proud, fatherly smile gracing his features. "How is the family back home?"

"They are doing great, father, but from what I can tell you called Rickard as well, hello brother. When are you going to come to visit? Your nieces and nephews miss their uncle a lot." Miqalla said.

Rickard, who had just been standing there and saying nothing at all, finally said, "Hello. I miss them as well. " His answer was short and to the point. And his tone was clipped, not out of any form of animosity. He just didn't seem to be the talkative sort. "But I think father called us for a reason."

"Indeed, I did, my sons. I'm happy to hear you all are doing good. But I have a favor to ask the both of you." Manarath explained, his tone becoming more serious. "I have taken on two… disciples you could call them. They are going to be in the middle of some of the most important events in this world. But one of them is trying to fight their way out of a marriage contract that has been set up for her."

"I'm asking for you two to come here and help train two people, one for each of you. You training them will give my disciple a much bigger chance of getting out of her current predicament."

Miqalla let out a hum of interest. "That sounds like a fun activity to distract me from the paperwork and the stuffy nobles back home. But I would have to talk to the wife about this before I just up and disappear."

"You can take the family with you, see it as a vacation," Manarath said, willing to make accommodations to get the help of his sons. Plus, if he didn't offer, Selene would get mad. "Take the most important paperwork with you or have someone you trust take care of it. If you need me to flex with my political power to get you out of paperwork for a while, I will."

The widening of Miqalla's eyes was the only sign he was shocked at the statement coming from his father. "You really want our help with this, don't you, father?" Miqalla said, his voice still regal, not letting out the shock he was feeling. "You normally don't throw around your weight for us. At all."

"Father," Rikard said. His tone was monotone but commanding attention, well if he was talking to anyone other than his father, the tone would be commanding attention. "Why do you need us for such trivial things? You taught us what we know. You could easily teach these people yourself."

Manarath just looked at the magical hologram of his stoic son, like trying to analyze him. Manarath was about to say something when he get pushed away by Selene.

"But, honey! Don't you want to come and visit your dear sweet mother?!" Selene cried out in sadness. The magical holograms of the sons recoiled in fear. Their mother must have appeared before them with tears in her eyes and sadness lacing her tone.

"Mother! You know that's not true!" Rickard yelled out with the most emotion he had shown during this entire conversation. "I love you, but I want to know what father is scheming before I agree to anything. Just because he was bored at home, he started studying how to travel to other material planes, and then just disappeared without a note!" Rickard said his tone turning angry towards the end "I might have gone along with you and fathers normal schemes to mess with nobility and corrupt enforcers, but this is another world. What is father getting out of this!?"

Selene simply dropped her sad mother act and smiled lovingly at her firstborn son. He had always been bright. Even if his magical talent wasn't as great as some of his siblings, he was still one of the most powerful of her sons. And the one with the strongest moral compass out of everyone in their family.

"He wants to bring peace to this world's supernatural population," Selene said, a smile on her face. "A fellow by the name of Sirzechs wants to broker peace and spread it so his sister. The one you will train. Doesn't have to go through a war as he did."

The anger that had wormed its way into Rickard's features slowly fades away as he realized what his mother was saying. "Is this true, father? Are you planning to bring peace?" Rickard asked.

"Way to ruin my fun, sweetheart," Manarath said. Moving Selene away so he could appear in the magical holograms their sons were looking at. "Yes, Rickard, that's my plan. I made a deal with the girl, and I plan on helping his brother achieve peace by being a neutral party for the factions. To achieve that, I need to become known as a powerful, unaffiliated party that is willing to help."

"… That's great and all, father, but how are we getting to you?" Miqalla asked, breaking the awkward silence that had descended upon them. "You came up with your form of transportation on a whim. How are we supposed to come to you?"

"Miqalla. Dear sweet Miqalla. Normal teleportation works fine since my demi-plane is still in the same place and you can teleport there." Manarath said smugly. "I just need to prep the teleportation room before you can arrive. Plus, it's most likely going to take some more magical energy to get you here. Since my demi-plane is connected to another world than it normally is."

Miqalla let out a hum of interest. "That should still be doable, most likely just have to ask for help with the magical energy… hmm… Well. Yes?" Miqalla's magical hologram turned towards something that wasn't being shown. "Yes, father called. Is there something you need? Mariana says hello, father." Miqalla turned to Manarath for the last part before turning back.

"Tell her I said hi back," Manarath said, a smile appearing on his face. Mariana was a nice, strong girl who matched perfectly with his son. She was cunning and ambitious and knew her way around politics. More importantly, she could wrap Miqalla around her finger when he was younger and couldn't respond properly to the instincts that came with their draconic bloodline.

"Mariana!" Manarath called out. "Join us for a second."

Less than a second later, Mariana appeared. She was not a tall woman, only going to about the shoulders of Miqalla. But she was beautiful, almost unnaturally so. Manarath was sure she had some succubus or incubus ancestor somewhere. Both because of her unnatural beauty, but also because of her immunities to any form of charms despite being human.

"Yes, Lord Eisbothran?" Mariana said, her tone teasing. She knew both Manarath and Miqalla didn't react well to the draconic way of saying "Frostbringer" even if it was the correct way of saying it.

"*sigh*… Would you like to come and visit Selene and I as a form of vacation?" Manarath asked, letting out a giant sigh. He was already regretting asking because she was going to be annoying the whole time with her sarcasm. "I have need of my son, your husband, for something and he didn't want to leave you and your children behind."

Mariana clapped her hands together like she was about to say a prayer and a peaceful smile on her face. "Oh, that sounds lovely. This idiot hasn't taken a break for family time the last couple of days, and the children could use a change of scenery."

"Good, I will have everything ready for you to arrive tomorrow with rooms and everything so you can just relax." While Manarath was talking, a small, almost unnoticeable flash appeared under his shirt. Indicating a new message was sent out to Rias. Most likely to let her know the meeting was pushed until tomorrow.

"What about you Rikard, have you thought things through?"

Rikard let out his own sigh. "Sure, I'll come and help. It would be nice to see my nieces and nephews again."

Manarath let a content smile grace his features as he leaned back in his chair. "Thank you, Rikard. Thank you Miqalla. I'll make sure everything is set up and you will be compensated any way you wish for this favor."

"We will see you, tomorrow, father," Miqalla said, while Rikard just nodded in agreement.

Manarath waved his hand over the runic array, forcing it away.

"Looks like we have to prepare for new arrivals tomorrow," Manarath said, the smile still on his face as he got out of his chair.

Selene simply started vibrating in excitement! Her sons were coming to visit! And her grandbabies as well! They might not be related by blood, but she helped raise Miqalla! And Rikard was all hers!

Two of her wonderful sons! Oh, how she was looking forward to seeing them again.

"Get some rest, Tiamat. We have work to do for tomorrow." Manarath said, leaving the room along with Selene.

Tiamat was left in the room by herself. She had said nothing during the conversation, mainly because she had nothing to add. But also to gather some intelligence on these supposed sons that Manarath had. One looked to be a Tiefling, or at least had the characteristics of one. Might be body modification.

Tiamat would find out tomorrow when they came, but for now, she would relax before she had to teach a brat how to be a dragon.


As I said at the top. I don't really love this chapter. And that it is more of a setup than anything else. Writer's block is a bitch, and I have set myself up badly for how I wanted everything to go. So hopefully next chapter I can be done with the Phenex arc and continue from there properly. Again I'm sorry for the long wait and that it's a sub-par chapter. But I still hope you enjoyed it nonetheless.