"Oh, Ansol, have you informed Muria?" Seeing her lifelong partner tearing through space to return, Atris, sitting on a throne made from a blend of nine legendary metals, slightly turned her head.
"I have informed him and told him of our resolution," Ansol nodded.
"I suppose he must not be very pleased!"
"Yes, he even proposed that after progressing to the epics, he will use the source power to give birth to his offspring. What a nonsense, source power isn't supposed to be used like that."
"That's expected. I would find it strange if he accepted it honestly." The Dragon mother Atreus was leaning slightly on the throne, her expression somewhat lazy. "Actually, I wouldn't like to interfere with his choices, I want to respect his own will."
"But he has already broken through the legend."