Much had happened for Xyden in the last six months. He had learned far more than ever before in this short timespan, the Surface Dwellers acting at a rate he had never fathomed before. Events both great and small had taken place. His fins were taking on more colour, something he attributed to the strange foods of the surface. He had learned to control his mageblood, small amounts of water now doing his bidding when he wished. He had practiced combat both on the land and in the water. On the land he was powerful, but he still was not so skilled as some of the best fighters, relying on his physical strength and unusual attributes to win. In the water, only the expert Hydromancers posed a real challenge, though the master of Hydromancy still defeated him soundly every battle. His physical strength had improved as well, as fighting on the land required more effort and muscle mass to achieve the same thing as battling underwater. He had begun to adapt a steel chain with a vicious bladed hook into his style as well, and had had thin metal spikes crafted to cover the ridges of his fins while he was above the water. The loss of mobility was unimportant when they served no purpose but intimidation, something the spikes actually enhanced. The vision he had received when he had arrived had yielded no further wisdom, and he had cast it aside.

All of it paled in comparison to one fact however. One fact that had given him a new purpose for the last few months. The female land Naga was pregnant. When it had first begun to show on her form, some had whispered that Xyden was the father, after all he was the only other Naga in the college. Xyden knew better though. He ignored the whispers of those that would not believe the truth: the Land Strider named Althalus had fathered the child. That meant one thing. The child was an Abomination, the mother an Abomination for bearing it. In the absence of the wisdom of the matriarchs, Xyden was forced to consider the law of his people, law that he existed to enforce, on his own. He had reached a verdict.

The Abomination had to be destroyed.

At first he had bided his time, questioned his interpretation of the law in every way he could, and trained for his righteous task even as he had, but no aspect of the law that he could see allowed for this to go unpunished. And Xyden existed to enforce the law of the Naga, whether he wanted to or not.

Today was the day that he had chosen to carry out his task, to deliver the sentence and carry it out. Many of the staff were distracted with an event of seeming importance to them, one that had seen armies of Land Striders arrayed outside the college. He had planned to distract what few remained to take care of the students. Even now, he had slithered out of his watery abode, accoutered in full armour and carrying his trident, in search of the Land Strider known as Leith. 

He had a favour to call in.