"Gentor, who is this guy and why did you bring him to my home?" After dealing with Salaark and Leegaain long enough, no matter how old he was, no Dragon could impress her.
"Ba?" Elysia asked, trying and failing to break out of the crib.
Valeron the Second joined her, afraid for their mother, but not even Origin Flames could put a dent in the Doomslayer crib. Yet the artifact reacted to the children's distress by aiming a battery of plasma cannons at the intruders.
"No!" The old man staggered back like he had been slapped. "How can you call me bad, Em'har? I'm your uncle by blood, brood, and heart. Not like that scum! He's afraid of you and only seeks to exploit you."
He pointed his finger at Kaz who felt dying again as Dragon Fear gave him a stroke.
