“Then how will we be ‘unified’ if we are apart? We belong in our own territories. We are not separate, we have excellent communication. We are united already. We don’t need you to do it for us.” Basalt barred his teeth.
“Enfernae cannot fly high enough to reach Mt. Ascension. It’s too high altitude for too long. If Monarche Storm raises the pulley system,” He gave Storm a significant glance. “Then you cannot reach the Aerattl. The Aquations are UNDERWATER for talon’s sake! You’ll never reach them. Us Solosis are deep underground. The Enfernae cannot reach us, they have no talent with burrowing, and they would get lost in our tunnels.” Basalt leaned into Apollyon’s face. “We can reach each other well, have you not seen the hybrids? We have fe, but they are proof that we know each other well.”
Basalt hissed threateningly and took a step forward. “But you see?” He said, cocking his head mockingly. “We are are safely protected from evil threats, UNITED, such. As. You.” His muscles bunched and his claws gripped the ground angrily, but he sat back- restraining himself. He glanced back at Ace make sure he was fine.