Sephiran's jaw clenched, but before he could snap back at them, Dyralfa stepped forward. She aggressively flexed her powerful arms, her thick, reptilian tail slamming heavily against the cavern floor with an alpha level thud.
"They better be tough," Dyralfa huffed, a competitive gleam in her eyes. "If they inherit those weak, flashy peak traits, they won't survive a single day of my training. And if they aren't born tough, I will personally beat them into shape until they're the fiercest soldiers in this hive!"
Standing a few paces ahead of everyone else, Arach stood like an immovable statue. His six massive arms were crossed perfectly over his chest, his glowing eyes reflecting the pulsing rhythm of the birthing sac. He wasn't participating in the bickering. Instead, his tactical mind was already working a step ahead.
