Tssandulighafan recalled his experience. His memories were projected outwards into the world and created a display of images and sounds that he experienced. Dylganihl watched and listened with rapt attention. He saw a sky filled with an uncountable amount of dragons. They came in various colors and sizes.
They blot out the sky as they swarmed a race that was propagating by infecting other races. These parasitic race can't reproduce on their own. They need to use other races as incubators for their eggs. The dragon spirit wouldn't have bothered with the race had the parasites not turned their attention to the dragons.
A dragon youngling was infected so the dragon spirit became very angry. It called for the complete elimination of the parasitic race and the dragons answered the call. The dragons couldn't tell the infected and the non-infected apart quickly enough so they didn't bother. They burned down entire planes. It was scorch-earth tactics that
All of these were shown clearly for Dylghanihl to experience. Gone was the void and its corrosive energy. In its place is a vivid holographic recollection of past events. It felt as if he was there when the events took place.
Dylganihl marveled at he sight. "What power. Even his thoughts have become matter."
The images were created without the active manipulation of the world. The event happened and so they will appear again because the one that remembered them happening is a world god. He thought about it and his thoughts were reflected in the world.
Tssandulighafan finished his story with a round of applause from his son. He smiled a little while Dylghanihl clapped enthusiastically. The holographic imagery flickered and disappeared. The world resumed its not normal state.
"What about the recent time that the dragon spirit moved? I heard it moved against the will of the realm. How did that happen?" Dylganihl asked.
Tssandulighafan frowned. "That was a mistake. It is something that has happened several times but this time it was because of the mistake of the will of a plane. Something unprecedented happened. We had a young dragon so outstanding that the will of a plane was impressed with it. It was so impressed that it forgot why dragons are hated by other planes and made him the child of the plane. That turned out to be a mistake. That dragon usurped the will of the plane using the dragon spirit. That wasn't enough for the dragon too so it went after the will of the realm too. As you might have heard, that didn't go so well. He paid for that mistake with his life."
"Wow," Dylganihl exclaimed. "Some people have gall. I like that."
His father nodded in agreement. "I'm sure you would have done it too if you had the chance. I know I would have done it. Unfortunately, I was never given the chance. I wasn't born in a stupid plane. All the planes I ever visited quaked before my might. The will of the plane felt fear and roused up the entire plane to fight against me."
The two of them sighed in pity that they missed such an opportunity. They don't find anything wrong with trying to subdue the will of the realm. If there is anything that they feel is bad, it is that the dragon failed and that they didn't get the opportunity to attempt it. The two of them began thinking of how they can recreate such a thing.
"Unfortunately it is impossible for me to ever experience it. I can't enter a realm anymore. But it is not too late for you. It will be difficult to do though. You will need someone born in the same plane as you to become a child of the plane then you have to rob them of their title by killing them when they are using their connection to the plane. But what are the chances of that."
Dylganihl's eyes began to glow wickedly. He got an idea that might just work.
"What is it?" His father asked eagerly.
Dylganihl told his father about his idea. "How about we do this?"
"It could work but we need to do this and that during this," Tssandulighafan said as he offered suggestions.
The two of them began to scheme and plan like two villains. They even chuckled evilly occasionally. Tssandulighafan roared in laughter after concluding the plan while Dylghanihl had a wide face-splitting grin.
Tssandulighafan said excitedly, "I can't wait for the era of conquest to start."
Dragons don't usually scheme. They have power on their side so they don't usually scheme. But these two are troublemakers. They steal, pillage, and scheme all the time. This time they are scheming to do something positively villainous during the era of conquest. They had worked on their plan for a few hours before they were done. It had to be something serious. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ Novᴇ(l)Fɪre .ɴᴇt
Dylganihl said with some fear, "This is genius. It will surely work. But it is going to cause trouble. The realm lord will not be happy"
Tssandulighafan assuaged his fears, "Who cares about trouble? Let's do it."
They don't care about any trouble that they are going to cause to either the realm lord or the will of the realm. They are immortal so they have nothing to fear. Plus they have a world god on their side. Tssandulighafan is willing to go through with the plane just because of his hatred for the realm lord. There's no way he will give up on it since it is going to be fun.
Dylganihl agreed. "We will handle trouble when it comes. Plus if it works, then we can force the realm lord to do whatever we want."
Tssandulighafan said wistfully, "Imagine that."
He doesn't like the monarch of high heaven for taking the position of realm lord so this is a good opportunity for him to get back at that pompous high elf. Tssandulighafan can't wait for the era of conquest to come so that he can enact the plan. The two of them began to literally imagine what they will ask from the realm lord if they succeed.