It certainly doesn't help his fear that Rinoz has had a falling out with the fountain of life and the wood elves. Those two are the strongest entities in the plane and the strongest factions apart from the Vampires. As if that isn't enough, she is enemies with the Vampires too.
The situation looks like the preparation for a disaster. Everything seems to be heading towards that eventuality and he has been caught up in it against his will.
He muttered to himself, "What will I do if a war breaks out? I don't even know where my loyalties lie right now. Is it to Rinoz or is it to the fountain of life?"
He is experiencing a crisis of identity alongside the impending crisis of the plane. What's worse is that he doesn't seem to have a choice in the matter. He doesn't want to be here but Rinoz made him. It is just like how the fountain of life tortured and forced him into servitude.
He had to lament to himself, "How low I have fallen. It turns out that I am no better than Lamplad."
Lamplad was a pawn and he died a miserable death because of it. He used to be a great Emperor and he has grown stronger than he was. He thought those were enough to give him control over his life but it seems he was wrong. The fountain of life used him and now Rinoz is using him. It appears to him that he too is a pawn.
"I hope I do not end up like Lamplad."
That is what he is most worried about because pawns rarely have a good end. But he couldn't dwell for too long on it. He heard a stern voice call to him. His master was calling.
"Come to me now."
It was a tone that brooked no denial. He sighed and began making his way towards Rinoz. She is at the center of her army so she can be easily found. All he has to do is fly toward the bright star in the very middle of the army.
The soldiers of this army are mostly airborne. Very few of them are on the ground. Rinoz is off the ground too Some of them are also above Rinoz. So the army is in a spherical formation around Rinoz.
None of the soldiers spoke to him or even looked at him as he passed by. He is not even sure that they can speak. After all, he hasn't seen them speak at all. They just hung there in the air like emotionless sentries. If not for the obvious fact that they were levitating and that their red eyes were glowing, he would think that they were corpses.
They look like corpses. It is not his bias against them that is making them call them corpses. Their bodies are shriveled. They are lean and their skin is dry like those of mummies. Most of them have black skin. But there are some of them that have dirty green skin. And all of them are clearly of elven origin.
"This is a deviant facsimile of the alliance with the tree people. It is unnatural. But power is power so maybe it is alright." Fenrir tried to reason with himself.
He is trying to explain away his dislike and disgust for the source of power that Rinoz has dipped her hand into. But he couldn't help but ask, "But why is she perpetuating more violence?"
He understands that Rinoz is very angry with the wood elves. They did try to enslave her. That's after they tricked her. But she escaped and now she has become stronger for it. Shouldn't she focus on the Vampires and eradicate them? At least that's what he thinks is the best thing to do now.
He can only shake his head though. He doesn't dare to question Rinoz anymore. She is not the girl that he raised anymore. She is a genocidal warlord now. So he kept his thoughts to himself when he reached her.
Rinoz is a beautiful thing. She is a creature of delicacy and beauty. Her yellow fur and the radiance of light around her cast her in a good light. Her 9 fluffy tails move around playfully while her twin antlers grace her visage with some elegance. She has completely white mesmerizing eyes.
Her enchanting eyes are locked onto the elven city that she is about to attack. And there is a fire in those eyes. There is no kindness or delicacy. No one who gazes upon them now will be enchanted. Everyone can tell just how angry she is by looking at her eyes. And the target of her anger is the elven city.
It is as if she wants to set it on fire with her eyes. That is not possible for her. But she won't back down until the city goes up in flames. She is only waiting for more ghouls to come to her. And they are congregating really quickly too. The white ghoul beside her is making sure of it.
Every Ghoul within its warp range is warping directly to it so they don't have to cross a large distance to get to her. Fenrir saw this and couldn't help but lament inwardly about the fate of the elves and the innocent people amongst them.
"Maybe I have become soft with age." He said to himself. "The slaughter of wood elves is a good thing for Warrogs. I shouldn't pity them so much."
He hated the wood elves all that time when he was imprisoned. He swore to deliver a massacre on them and to restore the glory of the Warrogs. That has changed in time. His resolve to see the wood elves trampled as they were beneath the feet of Warrogs in ancient times has faded. Maybe that's why he doesn't feel good about what Rinoz is planning to do.
The White Ghoul was the first one to turn its attention to Fenrir. It regarded him with those eyes of total darkness. Then it growled.
Rinoz spoke. "I agree too. He will do nicely."