The Sea-Drake king murmured the name to himself. He was sure he'd heard it somewhere before, but the memory wouldn't surface.
"Rest assured," the king said, his voice firm with conviction, "as long as the Giant King is not leading the expedition himself, their target is not the Sea-Drake race."
He had no doubt about it. The Sea-Drakes were a major faction with their own arch lord. Without Orion at the helm, any force the Stoneheart Horde could muster would simply be swallowed by the sea.
"Then who is their target, Father?" Voryn pressed. "Could it be… Aenari Island?"
A heavy silence hung in the water between them. The king had all but forgotten about the island. Gifting it to the Stoneheart Horde had been a calculated move to push a problem onto his new neighbors. When Orion made no move to claim it, the king assumed he'd seen through the ploy, and the matter was never mentioned again.
