Fruition of dominion

Well, the overtaking of Norad had been quite a pleasant experience. Rhazien was proud of his wicked little niece for orchestrating such a vile ploy, having seen it to fruition and gifted her cousin a kingdom to rule. And, to complete such a feat with no physical violence- why, she was almost as conniving and cunning as he was! Each time he recalled the events, his chest swelled with pride. If only his brother Kaiden could see his daughter now. Mission complete, and with little effort from the band members. Rhazien considered this a marvelous outcome.

Following in suit with Sephiran and his desires, Rhazien followed every command- including traveling back to the northern region. Damn, it was a long fucking journey. By the time they reached The Polar Sound, much of their group was fatigued- himself included, but Sephiran didn’t allow him time to recover - each of them fading into the abyss of the territory to rest for a few hours. Of course, he was instructed to join Sephiran in his border patrol, and he complied despite how tired he was. The two of them conspire together, coming up with tactics to increase their strength in preparation for their pursuits.

And then, Sephiran was content. Guiding him to the ocean inlet, where he would summon the pack before him to debrief on the recent events. Taking a seat near Sephiran, and already aware of the rank he will be granted. He waits in silence for the rest of the group to arrive.  

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