The Wind Dragon Clan candidate groups selected before them were still waiting for Wind Dragon blood.
Medivh wouldn't kill the goose that laid the golden eggs. He wouldn't draw Origin Dragon Blood from the Storm Dragons and Wind Dragons before they matured into Youth Dragons, lest it affect their potential.
The Green Dragon Kin were the first to receive resources. The wind-element Sub-Dragons and high-ranking Wind Dragon Kin groups weren't in any hurry. They had visited the Wind Dragon Hatchery and had great confidence in Medivh.
They knew the Wind Dragons and Storm Dragons would grow up eventually.
Once they did, they wouldn't be short on Dragon blood resources and could make a comeback.
Four candidate groups had been selected for the Wind Dragon Clan, while only two had been selected for the Green Dragon Clan. Didn't that prove the Wind Dragon resources outnumbered the Green Dragon resources?
Let them have their laugh for now. In a few years, the Green Dragon Clan's candidate groups would be the ones envying them.
After finishing the work of nurturing the Green Dragon candidates, Medivh went to Flame Dragon City to visit Amia and her daughter.
Amia, the Fire-Praying Spirit Witch bishop, had risen in status thanks to her daughter. She was now the leader of the Fire-Praying Church on the Blackstone Plane, serving at the Fire-Praying Cathedral in Flame Dragon City.
Satena, the only Archbishop of Fire-Praying Spirit Witch in the Fire-Prayer Stone Forest, was now the leader of the Fire-Praying Church on the Valoran Plane, serving at the Fire-Praying Cathedral in South Kurd City.
"Daddy!"
Theresia ran over to hug Medivh. He crouched down tenderly and embraced his daughter, whom he hadn't seen in a long time.
When Theresia was born, Medivh had been directing the counter-landing war on the Glimmer