Etzolix had grown accustomed to the tribal like interactions. Fountains were destroyed, redesigned, and rebuilt, but they never seemed to hold up against the battles amongst the clan. Some nights, or during periods of rest, the serpent would show the silver on his back and silence the creatures who took residence in his world. Normally, they were free to do what they wished but sometimes discipline was needed. As time progressed, he no longer needed to show his physical or magical affinities and his presence was enough to keep them in check.
The reptile sat upon the throne, avoiding his private room until all others were asleep. The children could follow and he'd rather not have his privacy raped with such annoyances. Not to mention he needed a place to always be located for those who lived with him; Yukina, Treixa, and now, recently, Alexander who had recently fought against Ansem. He was a mess upon return, but he would hopefully have recovered due to the medical techniques of the children. The serpent was curious as to the events that have transpired with him but assumed his memories would come back in due time. The universe was only filled with temporaries and a temporary loss of memory was no exception.