2192 Fates Collide (Part 2)

His Dragonclaw bastard sword and his Kingslayer armor grew with him, both engraved with mana crystals of seven different colors, lacking only the emerald green of Spirit Magic.

Yet instead of unsheathing his weapon, Jormun extended his hand in an unmistakable gesture and crossed half the distance separating them. Lith hung War to his hip, shapeshifting into a Tiamat as he moved forward as well.

He had already experienced it once with Xenagrosh and knew what it meant.

Dragons were creatures of cold intellect and would rarely base their decisions on emotions. It was also the reason they expressed their respective feelings through the contact of their scales rather than words.

The moment Lith shook Jormun's hand, they could understand each other's burden and motivations. How both of them were just doing what they considered best for their respective spouse and child.