"I know, but we are walking on thin ice." The King sighed. "If we push the Courts too far, they'll just stop helping us. At that point, the culls would become the least of our problems.
"Without them, the resources of our new home will run out in the span of a few months instead of years. We'd be forced to move again, this time with no one scouting the paths ahead for us or giving us the intel that we need for our raids.
"That bastard is right about one thing. We need to trust them. If they backstab us, a few Harmonizers less will make no difference since will be all dead."
"Then why don't you give the Courts the Harmonizers now?" The Traughen representative asked. "At least we'd check their loyalty instead of being constantly afraid of betrayal."
"Because this way, we are buying time for the return of our god Glemos." The King stood up, staring at the Traughen in fury. "Because I'm forcing those bloodsuckers to invest so much in us that cutting ties with us would mean a huge loss even for their standards.
"Because if everything goes south, we'd have a fresh start and a rich environment instead of the empty husk that our home has become!"
Everyone lowered their gaze, knowing that those words were as true as they were painful. The children of Glemos had lived there for countless generations and now they were forced to leave their ancestral home.
It wasn't an easy choice nor one they had taken willingly. They just had no other option.
"Now, unless someone has anything idiotic more to add, I'd like to return to selecting the members of our respective tribes that are going to survive the culls and perform the rites of passage before that pompous corpse returns." The Hati sat down, seemingly aged of decades in an instant. freewebnσvel.cѳm
His aura of power was gone and his silvery fur now looked of a dull grey.
Whatever the rites of passage were, Lith and Solus noticed that every person in the room had turned pale. They clenched their hands and looked around as if they were seconds away from running for their lives.
The Queen and her ladies in waiting were gripping the handrail so hard that the self-repair spells could barely keep up with the damage they caused. Even the high priestess looked like someone had just slapped her.
Anything had yet to happen but there was palpable grief in the room.
An orc shaman rushed from the sidelines to her representative who in turn consulted his mildly esteemed Fomor colleague before speaking up.
"Your Majesty, there's a matter at hand that needs your attention." The orc representative said.
"Mine was a rhetorical question." The Hati snarled. "What could there possibly be that's more important than our own survival?"
"One of the raid leaders claims to have important information about Lord Glemos. Also, he claims to have defeated one of the demons that our ancestors warned us about and that there might be more in the outside world." The orc said, having a hard time believing his own words.
The members of the senate gasped at the mention of their god's fate and shuddered at the idea of their legendary enemies haunting them again.
"Let me get this straight." The Hati didn't even bother hiding his disbelief. "In the middle of the raid, one of our young leaders met a stranger who not only knew about Glemos but also gracefully stopped for a chat.
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