Old Lunse's words caught Ruger somewhat by surprise.
Another colossal force at the so-called pillar level, a wizard organization he might never come into contact with in his entire life.
Ruger's eyes shifted as he thought of the Aberrant Dragon Management Association, and of the other areas it was involved in besides oversight. The Foreign God Oversight Council probably also dealt in the trade of divine materials. And unlike the management of aberrant dragons, perhaps in the Supreme Council's eyes, there were no normal gods—meaning all gods were foreign gods.
As for those faith wizards who committed offenses, depending on the severity of their transgressions, their ultimate fates were probably much the same as those Hybrid Dragons that went astray.
Ruger set the small pot of mushroom soup, which had gradually settled, to one side of the dining table.
"Something like the Aberrant Dragon Management Association? I've heard of that," Ruger said.
Old Lunse glanced at the scaled portion of Ruger's elbow.
"You certainly ought to know about the Aberrant Dragon Management Association," Old Lunse said. "For bloodline modifiers like us, there are generally two fates after we go unstable: either we collapse and die, or we turn into mindless monsters. Those who try to fuse and modify multiple bloodlines generally end up with the first. But little ones like you, whose bloodline is tied to Giant Dragons, need to be careful. You may have a third possibility..."
"The Aberrant Dragon Management Association?" Ruger asked.
"That's right. The Aberrant Dragon Management Association's philosophy is actually rather like the Cavern World's attitude toward demons," Old Lunse said. "As long as something can still be controlled by wizards, even demonic power is no issue. The world may not like it, but it will not cast it aside either. So even if you