"That guy... he was a wind elemental, right? Something similar to the Moon Elf, Isilra?"
The question came from the Second Night King, King Beta. The static charge of Gustalon's battle lust was still prickling against his skin.
The Nightwing race wasn't shocked by the existence of sentient elementals. On the Moonlight Continent, they weren't exactly rare. History was littered with elemental entities who had climbed to the absolute peak of the food chain.
"Correct."
"Peak Legendary rank," the First Night King, Nyx, nodded slowly. "And that aggression... that was the hunger of someone desperate to break through to the next tier."
Nyx was an Arch Lord at his peak. His perspective was vastly different from his younger brother, who had only recently ascended to the rank. Nyx saw the chessboard; Beta only saw the pieces.
"Brother, are you saying he saw us as stepping stones?"
King Beta's eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint flickering within them.
