Milea had promptly accepted.
Not only because she had many friends in all the three great Countries, but also for her own survival. If the Kingdom and the Desert disappeared, undead and Abominations from two entire continents would have only one source of food.
The Gorgon Empire. Her empire.
She already had her plate full dealing with the Lich's army, the rogue hybrid Abominations, and the minions of the Master raiding the Empire's crystal mines for resources. She knew that she would never manage to deal with all the Undead Courts by herself.
Not without Leegaain's direct intervention, but he had already given her an ultimatum. Milea had not been chosen by the Father of all Dragons as his apprentice for her strength, nor her talent, but for her wisdom.
It allowed her to handle all the power the Guardian bestowed upon her without getting drunk on it.
