Erghak had indeed followed the ancient Dragon tradition of "calling dibs" and was the patriarch. What he lacked in the brilliance of his mind he more than made up for it with the strength of his muscles.
He could kick the asses of all the convened geniuses since their idea of exercise was reading a book or sitting in front of their lab desks.
***
A few seconds later, at the Verhen mansion.
"Good gods, this is the greatest yet burdensome gift someone has ever given me." Tista said while admiring Ishka's corpse.
The Spark's tendrils and cables had respectively seeped under Ishka's skin and attached themselves to his joints.
The powerful stream of world energy and a spark of life force produced by the Hands flowed through the dead body, nurturing and refining it better than the best breathing technique could.
