Orion grimaced and sighed, nodding with Déorhild and the orc. "Some conjurative magic can be reworked to deal with creatures on Genesis here without compromising the integrity of the barrier. However, there is a second problem; dragons." The light regain strength and the spheres disappear. "Some of you are familiar with rumors of dragons, dragonspawn and their spirits, and some of you are familiar with the real thing firsthand."
"For those of you who aren't, let me give you the short recap. The green spirits are much like protectors here on Genesis, distant cousins to the gods, perhaps. The dragons, like us, came as migrants themselves and took over swathes of the planet here. Some of them bred with the natives and created the dragonspawn. Their eldest transcended their mortal lives here and became as the spirits themselves. Since their arrival, the dragons and their spawn have been attempting to take over Genesis, and the green spirits; Blackthorn, Holly, Willow, Hazel and the rest, have been held in check through a primal pact with the draconic spirits."
"Neither branch of spirits are allowed to interact directly with the servants of the others. This keeps the world intact, as the concentrated forces of god-level powers would surely tear it asunder. Unfortunately, the dragons have decided that the fiends would be prime partners, so we have both to deal with."