"Not her word alone, Seryl." Nethem the Behemoth stood up. "There's also mine. Fyrwal invited me to participate in the research to test if it could be applied to our bloodline, and I swear on my core that it can be done."
"And my word." A Hippogriff stood up as well, quickly followed by many other individuals from different Lesser species.
None of them mentioned the survival of the other general of the Mad Queen, afraid that the Council might demand their death, and with them kill any hope for their bloodline's evolution.
"And you said nothing for all this time?" Seryl glared at Nethem while the leaders of each Lesser bloodline reproached their respective clan members involved in Fyrwal's research. "You kept your own family in the dark for over a year? You put the Hydras above your flesh and blood?"
