The massive brain tissue of the Neser Brain now lay limp on the ground, like a punctured water sack leaking mucus everywhere. The intelligence it once prided itself on was of no use at this time—in the face of absolute power, even the most intricate schemes became a joke.
"Lord Leon, why are you here?"
"I saw everything, Lord Leon you're too strong."
"I want to practice sword fighting with Lord Leon."
"I like you."
"Do you support Vilakis or the Comet Prince?"
The young Red Dragons serving in the Githyanki army, following Worth in resisting Vilakis, were eager to surround Leon... Red Dragons value face and usually do not want to admit other Red Dragons are stronger, but Leon was an exception; he had advanced too far.
Leon casually nodded, perfunctorily responding to the young Red Dragons.
