<span style="color: #b30000">“You’re not an idiot and I can think of no finer compliment. Perhaps I can offer you and your children a fuller education later.”</span>Once Animus had secured the eggs in the vehicle, it began to hum and float just a few inches off the ground before it set off towards the village.<span style="color: #b30000">“At the risk of sounding like an Eternal, I am going to make an executive decision. These two aren’t leaving this timeline. They are yours in whatever sense of the word appeals to you.”</span>“What!? We will…” She was rendered silent as one of Animus’s massive tentacle like arms rose from the ground before them and all but blocked out the sun. “What is that!? What’s going on!?” She started to flap her wings but what sounded like a cannon went off and blew both of them into a red mist causing her to scream and collapse. Animus looked up at Ashia as what looked like a glowing weapon retreated into the avatar’s throat.<span style="color: #b30000"> “I’m going to convert them into dragonlings. Do you have any preferences on flight? You’re missing a Green and a Bronze from what I understand. I could leave them as Infinite, I suppose, but that would just allow this mess to happen again in their future.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>