"But we have much bigger things to worry about than just ugly dragonlings." The Ancestor glanced at me. "How is Devour? How long till it finishes digesting Control?"
"I have no idea. It is completely dormant now. There are no clues" I said with a shrug.
Grahhhh! Graaahhhh!!! Graaaahhhh!!!
The sound of many, many blue dragons roaring suddenly rang out faintly.
The dragons were on the move. But strangely..
"They are not leaving the lair? They know that we are still here!" I exclaimed with a start.
"Father has a treasure that can, to an extent, aid him to sense the general location of someone he has had close contact with. They know we are still here in this lair." G-Drake calmly dropped a bombshell on us.
"Damn." The Ancestor cursed softly. "How specific is this "general sensing" you're talking about?"
"The treasure becomes more accurate the stronger Father's emotions are about the target, and also the closer the contact Father has had with the target." G-Drake said.
