While Godfrey was away on his expedition, the atmosphere in Farum Azula was decidedly gloomy.
Hurricanes howled, lightning flashed, and thunder boomed.
The Dragons had split into two opposing factions.
One, led by Lansseax, advocated peace talks with the Golden Dynasty.
The other, led by Fortissax, advocated attacking the Golden Dynasty while Godfrey was away.
The sister and brother were deadlocked, and the Ancient Dragons supporting them were hostile toward one another as well.
It looked as though the Ancient Dragons would start fighting among themselves before they even challenged the Erdtree.
Lansseax's position was this: it was not as though the Golden Dynasty was impossible to talk to. In their current state, the Dragons really could not withstand a war. They would be better off sitting down for a proper discussion while there was little conflict between the two sides.
Fortissax's position was this: just fight, enough talk. Once the Golden Dynasty had wiped out all the powers on the ground, it would definitely set its sights on the sky.
What could one say? Both sides had a point. Hadn't everything been fine when they handed over the Elden Ring? There had been no talk of exterminating the Dragons then.
Lansseax considered things from Crumbling Farum Azula's perspective. She believed that without a God and a king, the Ancient Dragons were inherently missing a crucial part of their fighting strength. Their failure to hold on to the Elden Ring was the best evidence.
If they went up against the Golden Dynasty without thinking things through, they might very well follow in the Giants' footsteps.
Fortissax was not wrong, either. Ancient Dragons were naturally powerful and had once ruled the Lands Between. As the saying went, even a starving camel was bigger than a horse; even a dead tiger retained