"It is more than merely horrifying," Emille responds, eyes narrowing into angry slits. "It is a matter of life and death. If a stand is not made against the Dragons, this world is finished." She doesn't want to dampen the mood further by actually stating such, but there's a very strong chance that the Dragons are looking forward to using Nightfall as their chance to attack in full force. Yet another reason to put all efforts into preventing it from happening.

"If there is a Dragon daemon in existence that feels more than a primal urge to destroy and feed, then it has not made itself known. My instinct says that there is no doubt that all Dragons are threats to humanity."

As she stews in her fervent hatred, a blue glow is once again faintly seen around Emille, this time taking form as a translucent hand resting on the woman's right shoulder. Almost instantaneously, Emille takes a deep breath and snaps out of her frown as the hand fades. She doesn't acknowledge what just happened, and she doesn't expect anyone else to, either.