Elena

The massive cavern system that resided underneath the Emperor's Wake was quiet, other then the faint drips of water falling into stagnant pools that echoed rhythmically through the tunnels, tunnels that, as far as Viorica and her group knew, connected to other parts of Sornieth. Being underground was safer than being on the surface, especially due to the fact that the Luminax had recently been growing exceedingly restless and more active as days passed by. This fact had concerned Yuki, the Wildclaw having been in constant communication with outside forces and guards that were posted in the various establishments.

Viorica's frown had deepen the more they though about it, tapping a clawed tip against their muzzle. There were several pieces of the puzzle that slowly fell into place before them. The increased activity of the first Emperor and it's rampages aligned perfectly with the whispers inside the Aion's mind and the frequent pulling and calling to join it above the surface. The pathogen inside Vio was awakening once more, yet the magic that Yuki and Isodora had weaved temporarily subdued the symptoms, allowing them some sense on normalcy for an undetermined amount of time.

This gave the Imperial time to focus on more important matters while their mate and companions worked to provide temporarily countermeasures to combat the lumbering undead fusion of Imperials.

The eggs...

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Another three eggs rested before Viorica, who had been resting back on their hindquarters, tending to them with the utmost care. After the scare from the first nest, and the three extra eggs that had been produced when the plague aura had leaked into the nest and saturated them with its potent powers, the Imperial used their innate ability over light to create an invisible protective light aura around each egg this time. However, even with the spell protecting the eggs this time, Vio's sharp eyes caught sight of the telltale signs of the pathogen infection - shimmering black cracks that seemed to glow with pinpricks of various colors, fading in and out on each of the shells.

The pathogen had been passed down once more, from mother to children. Sharp golden eyes closed for a few moments, claws curling around the edge of the nest while a multitude of thoughts raced through her mind. What could they do.. what could be used if not to prevent, but slow down the infection rate that the pathogen was causing? A grumble left Viorica's lips as their eyes opened, sweeping across the cavern before inhaling as a breeze drifted down one of the tunnels, a pleasant smell drifted by them, soothing the racing thoughts considerably. Curious, Viorica pondered for a moment before the dragon lifted up a clawed hand, concentrating for a few moments. Swirling streams of the Earth aura were drawn in around their claws from that tunnel before moving it over each egg, a single tap enough to let the aura fall and cover the eggs.

With the power of Earth enveloping and being infused into these eggs, what did it mean for their hatchlings? Only time would tell if the sturdiness that the Earth Flight was known for would slow the progression down. To protect every egg they produced, Viorica needed to find a permanent solution, yet that required time and effort and above all, trial and error.