In the age long before humanity ruled the grounds of Komen, the dragons were soaring over them.
Powerful, majestic, and wise beyond their years, the long-lived race dominated as kings and gods on the planet for tens of thousands of years.
They were served faithfully by multiple distinct clans. But the basilisks were perhaps the most loyal of the bunch.
Serpentine, venomous creatures capable of shedding their skin and creating false bodies with which they maneuvered around the world.
Their penchant for secrecy and shedding their bodies made them rather difficult to keep track of. But thanks to Kinslayer's assurances, Redeemer was able to turn his attention to other matters, believing they were dead.
His displeasure at seeing one alive after all of this time could not be overstated. However, he held off on his display of anger only because he seemed to find the situation amusing.
"Ah... I wonder how you seem to be acquainted with our youngest...?"
