"Patriarch!" Dizen's eyes widened and he immediately dismounted form his mount, before rushing forward and falling on one knee in front of Michael.
"Rise." Michael nodded. The lizardmen still respected him well.
Dizen rose from his knee but did not raise his head fully in Michael's presence. His vibe had turned from a stern, vicious one, to a stern, but also giddy one. He was excited for Michael's return, and also happy to see how much stronger Michael had gotten.
By now, most of the lizardmen had already gotten used to the fact that Michael constantly changed his forms. The moment he released his aura, they would all be able to feel his presence and recognize him no matter what form he was in.
"How has Lustra been in my absence?" Michael asked the armor clad Yellow Scaled Lizardman.
"Flourishing as usual, Patriarch. Milizaus has done well in your absence." Dizen nodded his head as he replied.
