While Helda stormed out of Grim’s quarters, Lord Gravax "accidentally" bumped into her while on his way to see Grim. For a moment, after the two bumped into each other, Helda sensed a coy grin on Gravax’s red, scaly face, one that someone would wear if they wished to mock and undermine another.
While Gravax grinned at the Green Claw, the Green Claw frowned deeply, her anger for the Granian kindled with every fiber in her body forcing her to restrain herself from fighting him. It would end in a complete defeat or even worse, the death of her child.
"Huntress," Gravax greeted the Granian while wrapping his tail in hers, a move that was both intimate and a power move of sorts. "It is good to see you and speak with you officially after all these years."
"You as well...Lord Gravax," the Granian bowed while trying to free her tail from Gravaxs’. "It certainly has been. Congratulations on your position and raid."
"Oh, not at all," Gravax replied, and as he did, Grim stepped out from his quarters and was welcomed to the sight of his mate being held captive by the Granian who took his position. "it was made so easy for me that I had no choice but to take it."
With an ugly grin on his face, Gravax placed his hand on Helda’s bump, rubbed it, and muttered, "Congratulations on the child. We pray that he, or she, will become a great Black Scaled. It would be good to see one for once."
"I have to go now," Helda forcefully removed her tail from Gravax’s while yanking his arm off her belly. As she did so, she gave Grim one more look before leaving his quarters.
With the female Granian gone, it was just Lord Gravax and Grim left in the room. The two Granians looked at each other, one wearing a prideful look and the other having a nonchalant expression, acting completely unbothered by what he had just seen.
"Our Lords and fellow Tribal Leaders have arrived, Grim," Gravax spoke but Grim didn’t give a response. Instead, he remained in dead silence almost as if he were waiting for more to be said. "They expect you to be there."
"Isn’t it only a gathering for Lords?" Grim spoke, his voice completely contradicting his facial expression. "What good would I be there?"
"I do not know and I do not care what good you are to them. What I know is that you are of good use to me as it is. Now, if you do not mind, let us hurry and no longer waste any more time than we already have."
The two Granians moved from Grim’s quarters and headed to the Fort where all the Lords, Tribal Leaders, and Council Members had temporarily gathered. Thanks to Gravax’s glorious raid, the Granians began to move in great numbers into the Ethisian half of the Galaxy to continue with the War.
Now that the first bit of the War had commenced, the Lords, Tribal Leaders, and Council Members gathered personally to discuss what else they were to do. The Granians often changed their minds, plans, and tactics when it came to War given that War was mostly what they thought of.
For that reason, the Granians often found themselves strategizing and planning all over again, despite having made plans previously, and as of the moment, the same thing was happening all over again.
Having made plans previously, the Granians opted to create a new one instead of focusing on the old. This time, however, they had a valid reason for changing their minds.
Thanks to the former Lord, Grim, who had wiped out a race that wasn’t needed, the Granians had to rethink and re-plan their moves all over again. With so much needed to achieve, they needed to plan accordingly to avoid such mishaps. Follow current novels on 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩·𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢·𝔫𝔢𝔱
"Grim," Seated at the center was none other than Lord Grania, the Granian Ruler and Lord of the Green Claws. Bellowing with his loud voice, the Granian pointed at Grim playfully, almost as if he wanted everyone to acknowledge what the Granian had done. "Surprised you were able to make it today. We thought you were wiping out another race."
The room lit up in laughter as all the Granians collectively laughed and mocked Grim; all except for Helda, Grand Master, One Horn, the Black Claws Tribal leader, and the Winged Tribal leader.
"You humor me, Lord Grania," Grim answered and gave a bow. Lord Grania, on the other hand, continued pocking at the Granian and made jest to the rest of the members in the room. It had gotten so intense that he, Lord Grania, began to get ugly stares from the majority of the present Granians.
"Enough of this nonsense," Grania slammed his fist and the room went silent. He then paced back and forth as a large table with images of the Ethisian half of Akrina was set before him and everyone else present.
The image was quite large, so large that the Granians and their fleets looked like specs. Digitized for better access, the image was separated into four colors with four names; Arc 1, Arc 2, Arc 3, and finally Arc 4.
"We’re currently in the first Arc and have over three thousand solar systems ahead of us before we move into the second Arc," a report, given by Lord Gravax, was made for the others to understand the gravity of their current situation. "The Ethisians haven’t known that we have taken over this communication planet. To be more clear, I have tasked the Blood Bishop who has placed Ethisian clones at the towers to intercept any information coming our way.
"So far, the Ethisians haven’t given any word to this planet nor have they expected any so we’re in the clear. Now if you look at this image with me, you’ll see that we have eight solar systems ahead of us; three of them are inhabited by alien species and wildlife and the other are nothing but resource-rich planets.
"I have managed to accumulate all the minerals we have mined from the Citadels and outsourced them to buyers who are interested in making the trade. While doing so," the Granian grinned before continuing, "I have also created an alliance with a prominent race, one who was on the Ethisian’s radar."
The image changed from the four Arcs to a holographic scaled image of the allied species. The species were similar to Humans in terms of anatomy, having two arms, two legs, a torso, and a mid-section with a proportionally mid-sized head held up by a neck.
The difference they had from Humans was the size, strength, height, and one eye on their heads. They also had thick scales on their bodies, gills on their ribcages, and wings on their backs.
"One of the many human-like species!!" Grania shrieked like a child, and the others joined in as well. These species were known for their strength and physical resilience. They were also known for their skills in combat and impressively large army hence the reason they were on the Ethisians’ radar.
"Yes, Lord Grania," Gravax answered with pride. "The Cyclitharans."