Order erased the enchantment all the same before she frowned and looked at the speaking Drake. she frowned as she listened before she shook her head.<span style="color: #ffff00">"if no other Dragons can detect you or your children how will you still be in danger? they can't kill what they can't find. i appreciate the warning, if my work becomes a burden or i grow resentful i will leave."</span><br/><br/>Ashia stared at the High Priestess before she growled and walked towards the mortal with smoke billowing from her mouth. she intentionally let herself be hit, the blade glancing off her hide before she grabbed the Priestess' arm and ripped it from the socket and set to beating the mortal to death with her own severed arm. as she swung faster and faster, each strike more wild then the last she screamed and raged, smashing the whole cult into a smear of red gore in the snow. when it was done she collapsed among the remains, weeping and weak from venting so much repressed rage and pain.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>