Lyerin stood still as the notification hung before him, his mind racing with possibilities.
The evolutionary paths presented two clear options for his Cragar'Throm Clan: one would mold them into highly intelligent, tactical beasts, keen in their intellect but weaker in raw strength.
The other path, however, promised raw, unbridled power.
He paced back and forth, his thoughts tangled as he contemplated the choice. "The intelligence path," Lyerin muttered to himself, rubbing his chin. "They'd gain sharper minds, enhanced coordination... They'd think faster, adapt to situations better... perfect for strategic operations. And their magical abilities would increase too—mind control, telepathy, illusions... yes, that would make them dangerous in a more subtle way, less reliant on brute strength and more on manipulation."
The idea intrigued him, and he let himself imagine it for a moment.