"They're following orders. Remember, we're under Halmut, not the lead dragon of our race," Torian stated with a straight face and empty eyes. "Trust me, it will be best that you follow orders like them and then rejoin Kylon after the fact."
"Torian… What are your orders?" questioned Kylon, perplexed as to how Halmut managed to sway the three Flood Gods to not side with her.
"... We're to continue the attack, just as we had planned."
"But--"
"That's why you won't join the fight, Kylon," reasoned Tralbok. "So long as you and those seven don't join the fray, then you're not breaking your word. Just stay here with Grixor and his two underlings while we take care of business."
Torn, Kylon opened her mouth to shout, "This--"
"Are you sure you want to do that?"
A strange voice suddenly emerged from out of thin air, putting everyone on edge. All gods present armed themselves and prepared to strike but they saw no signs of another life form nearby.
"Are you sure you want to do that?"
