— A few days ago, on Gaia —
The Reptilian Council chamber was dark, flickering shadows cast by the dim orbs lining the walls. The Left Hand and Right Hand sat still as statues, contemplating their next move.
It had been days since the Supreme had been slain, and the silence within their ranks was palpable, punctuated only by murmurs of revenge and rebirth. They needed more than whispers. They needed a Leader.
But even that was proving impossible for them at that time. After all, all they had was the Supreme's blood. Nothing more nothing else. They were in the procedure of using his Blood to create a descendant, but procedures like that were delicate and they needed time.
Anyway, as long as they had a trump card that they could use to control humanity if ever they needed to, or land a crucial blow at an opportune moment, then they had to use it. Even if it meant desecrating the Supreme's Body to do it.
