Azaron sighed as he began to speak after a moment of silence. "You know, I've always left my children to their enemies, always allowing them to grow up and challenge their adversaries by themselves, which is why, unlike my first son, Malrik, I simply sit back and watch," Azaron's voice echoed, flat and simple, yet carrying an undeniable weight that pressed upon everyone present.
"But it seems I've been sitting back far too much. It seems that just because I allow my children to face their enemies so they can grow, people tend to forget that I, Azaron Wargrave, am still alive," he continued without missing a beat. "You know, on Lily's deathbed, after giving birth to the Youngest, she made me promise to protect him with everything I have, which I agreed to without hesitation," he paused briefly, as though recalling that moment, before continuing.
