"You've heard of what happened to Princess Surra a moon wolf from the northern poles," he rubbed his eyes in exhaustion. "And Queen Shela, the queen of the foreign islands. You can see how our kind are being thrown into chaos and we're being driven into the shadows while the humans and mages rejoices over our sufferings. How can you Primordials sit in your dark safe castle and do nothing!?"
"We are doing something..."
"By sending six to seven mages around the affected covens to recover casualties?" he snided getting to his feet. "You have no idea what has been done to us, how long we have had to see our children die and burn under the sun, how powerless we have become since your fall. You have no idea the troubles we have been through."
He claps his hand as a door to his left opens up with two men carrying a mangled body on a stretcher.
