The Twilight Father barely noticed the warning in Chromatus's voice.
"Only those spineless mortals need to band together, and I think they're so broken now that they can't even qualify as cowards," the Twilight Father said slowly, his face full of mockery. "Ysera's whereabouts are unknown, and her Green Dragonflight has suffered losses. Nozdormu may have been found, but there is still no news of him or his bronze dragons. Alexstrasza is like an incompetent human queen. She and Krasus lost Dalaran, like the useless fools they are."
"Now only the Blue Dragonflight remains. Since joining the Arcane Pact, the Blue Dragonflight has seemed uninterested in anywhere other than securing Coldarra and the lands occupied by the Covenant, so I'm not in a position to judge their strength. But judging by Tarecgosa, the King of Magic isn't as powerful as we imagined, either."
The lightbulb-like purple eyes on Chromatus's red dragon head fixed fiercely on the Twilight Father. "I am not your friend, Twilight Father," he said softly, but the sharpness of his words nearly stopped the human's heart. "Nor am I your child or subordinate. We both serve the great Deathwing. My father created me, and I exist to serve him. That is the only thing we have in common."
The Twilight Father did not show his fear, but he felt that the dragon had sensed it. He took a while to calm himself. Deathwing's sudden arrival had stripped him of his position as leader of the Twilight's Hammer, and the five-headed dragon he had once regarded as his own son was slowly surpassing him in standing and status.
"Of course, Father Benedictus, we both serve Father with the utmost loyalty." Those enormous eyes narrowed, and Chromatus did not pursue that awkward subject. "You are not a dragon. You