The sea floor was extremly crowded, filled with mareghar and serpents. In the center there was a large circle left free. Suddenly the crowd opened from one side. The great serpent, accompanied by all the Sealords, arrived to the center. The serpent folded into the circle, barely fitting to it, and the Sealords set out to float around and over him, supported by the water. Dareos arrived to the scene. He levitated over it all, observing everything. It is time. After this, the mareghar and we will be entwined by our souls forever! Those that do not want this, may leave now. None left. Dareos repeated almost the same words to his own people, just as the serpent had addressed his own. Everyone now stood still, holding their peace and silence. Waiting. After this, no serpent can leave a mareghar into trouble, if one can help. After this, no mareghar will leave the serpents without help and support. After this, our people are one.
The mareghar wanted make the final difference with humans. They wanted the bliss of the beast, the wisdom of ages, the ages of wisdom. And that was what they would get. Everyone amongst them had lost someone to the Empire, most more than one. They had been in the edge for long, and now they had been pushed over it. They had begun the long fall, it was time to spread their wings and fly.
When the mareghar had left the islands and descended into the ocean, they had undergone vital changes to their bodies. This time the change faced their minds. After this, every single mareghar would understand the motives and thoughts of the serpents. It worked both ways.
The great serpent reached deep in his mind, past the recently learned spells, past his own life, into the racial memory he had herited. To the ancient ways, and even more ancient spells, from the times when the serpents had had wings and claws, and had stalked the skys. He remembered the spell, but it was a spell that was beyond his strenght, beyond the reserves of magic he had gathered. But with the spell came the means. He remembered. And he reached for the source of magic, a vein that went through all the world, a vein of wild and ancient magic.
His eyes started to shine with gold, and as a ripple goes through water, the fire of magic rippled through the Sealords to the crowd, connecting the mareghar and the serpents with binds that could not be broken.