"But I swear to you, I never wished for Luke to end up like that. If anything, I wanted him to become the next Dragon just as much as I wanted it for you." The Twelfth Elder swore, as Leo carefully observed the aura around his body, noting that it did not flicker black to signal deceit.
"I only ever wanted to become the next First Elder, and I did not care how it happened.
The Cult is a broken place, filled with civilians who care for nothing except the Dragon and the endless war against the Righteous Faction.
Which, although unfortunate, is the only obsession of our people.
So it never mattered how well I governed my territory, or what development I brought to Vorthas.
What mattered to the masses were grand, public spectacles:
Like the Fourth Elder orchestrating a terrorist strike on the Sky-God Arena, or his bold effort to raise Veyr as the next Dragon Candidate….."
*Sigh*
