The Primal Hunter 9 (The Primal Hunter #9)

by Zogarth

The Emberflight had been disrespectful on several occasions. If they went with the assumption of Lord Thayne having the backing of an S-grade, their conduct had been acceptable, but towards a Chosen? The only good thing was that they had done nothing overly public toward the Chosen. They had not made declarations or tried to put pressure on his backer, sticking to subtle research into who it could be. This research had not led to anything of value, which, in retrospect, made a lot of sense, considering who exactly it was they’d been trying to uncover the identity of. I will have to inform the higher-ups… if they don’t already know, the dragon thought with resignation. What exactly the consequences would be, he couldn’t tell, but he hoped to somehow still leverage the fact that he and Helen had some level of rapport with the Chosen of the Malefic Viper. Plus, the Malefic Dragonkin had been meeting with Helen a few times since his visit, and if the friendship between Draskil and the Chosen was genuine, perhaps they could exploit something there. As he was deep in thought, only using part of his focus to prevent Helen from being too shaken by the aura of the Chosen, the Hall Master spoke. Albaromoz listened to her words, and his eyes opened wide as she reached the end. Then the pressure hit. "I shall do so myself." Albaromoz was on his knees before he even comprehended the appearance of the Primordial. Before a god, he felt like an insignificant insect. He could do nothing bu...