“You unmitigated idiot.”
Lips curled back from a dragon’s fangs. “Tread carefully, Lady of Shattered Stone. Your interference has already-”
“My interference?” Stheno hissed at the image in her watery globe. “I scryed the nest’s beginning. You set it off after they cleared the level!”
“Danger can appear in the most unexpected places.” Beniryuu smirked at her, steam rising from red nostrils. “We should not teach them to assume they have found all the perils of a land-”
“They have no clerics!”
Massive eyes blinked. “Surely you would not wish to draw the gods’ attention to this little game.” Ivory glinted in a wicked smile. “Euryale would never let you put Aincrad’s seer at such risk.”
So it is still a game to him. Stheno quelled the chill in her heart, and smirked right back. “Your game is out of balance, Kayaba. You know full well, no adventurers of Aincrad would assault a psiwasp nest without clerics and druids standing fast with them; to heal, to fight, to drive the undead and the abominations back into darkness. But you have given the players none of that strength. Instead, you’ve made healing magic rare and expensive. And the Moonswords whose magic claws back the darkness, rarer still.” She shrugged, deliberately casual. “It’s your game. Yours is the will that shapes the rules of this world. But without divine healing, without the power of the wild to help our warriors grow and survive… it is not truly Aincrad.”
If there was one flaw dragons had, it was pride.