Balrog felt a warm surge of pride as he listened to his father's words. The weight of Basilisk's presence beside him, protective and strong, filled him with a sense of security and belonging in this world. He gazed out over the lands, the vast expanse that stretched before them, and understood the significance of what his father was saying. These lands, with all their challenges, were a testament to the strength of their family, and now, that strength would be him and his siblings' to carry forward.
He leaned into Basilisk's side, his small frame dwarfed by his father's, but his heart swelled. "I'll remember, Father," Balrog said quietly, his voice full of calm resolve. "I will be strong, just like the Armada."
The cold wind whipped around them, but Balrog didn't feel it. Not just because of his thick fur, but he felt the warmth of his father's love and pride for being a part of something so ancient and powerful. He looked up at his dad, his black eyes glimmering with admiration. "I will protect our home, always. Just like you do."
