Of course Soliloquy was right, they were no better than the wolves of Uroril to believe that their blood was superior. However in their instance it was obviously true. Uroril was dying, while the rise of the Destructions was imminent. He?d grin evilly as he watched Soliloquy realize how close greatness was. Literally it stood within their grasp at that very moment. He could feel how close they were, how easy success would be. The pale boy would again ask his question, more information very much obviously needed about their endeavor. "We need more wolves we can trust. We need to gather our lost siblings and put them in their positions of power." They?d been astray for far too long, now would be the time to reunite them and bring the family to greatness.
