Lith had fought and bled for the baby boy instead of giving up on him.
For that, Valeron felt safe only in the Mansion and only near Lith.
"As you wish." Leegaain believed he had failed his children only a few times in his life, but this was one of them.
Everything about Valeron was wrong. From how he had been conceived to how his life force had been altered in Thrud's womb by mixing Arthan's Madness with ambrosia. Yet he was still the son of Jormun, one of Leegaain's firstborns.
The Father of All Dragons couldn't forgive the Mad Queen for burdening the baby boy with her cursed legacy, no less than he could forgive himself for not protecting him from the Awakened's fury.
'Thrud made her choice just like I made mine, and Valeron now has to pay the price for them. The only difference is that I have to live with it.' Leegaain inwardly sighed as he Warped to the allegedly secret lab of the Hydra bloodline, past their allegedly impregnable defensive arrays.
