The air in the room seemed to freeze. Frovian didn't bow just like those two before him. Instead, he stared at her, his Sensory Roots dialed to the absolute maximum. He was calculating her, sensing the layers of Divine Magic, the absolute density of her Magic and Might Aura, and the sheer, terrifying depth of her Divine Body.
For a long minute, he stood motionless. Then, a low laugh bubbled up from his throat, escalating into a ridiculous, triumphant cackle.
"Ha... Hahaha! Marvelous!"
Frovian spread his arms wide, his eyes gleaming with a fanatic light.
"If I were to be birthed by a weakling, I would have preferred to starve in the sac! But you... you are the epitome. To serve a creator of such magnificent, god like density... it is the only fate worth having. I accept this existence, Mother. You are the only jewel in this pile of gravel!"
Sephiran and Dyralfa gasped in shock. Dyralfa's tail twitched violently, the air around her rippling with her rising fury.
