2872 Seed of Doubt (Part 2)
"At that point, the colonization of Jiera would be delayed for months and the Awakened Council would deport me back home, leaving me no choice but to beg for the clan's mercy. Two birds with one stone." Bodya said.
"I have no time for this madness." The sound of approaching steps confirmed Vothal's words. "Do what you want, but do it fast!"
The hologram disappeared and the rune of Bodya's grandfather became unreachable again. Whether it was due to Vothal storing the amulet away or it being confiscated, there was no way to tell.
The Nidhogg stared at the inactive rune for a moment, thinking back to the time when Vothal had adopted Bodya after the death of his parents. Back then he had nothing and was a very confused youngster who had yet to recover from the shock of coming of age.
Bodya had been a Nidhogg who tried to move like a man. He was still grieving the loss of his arms and legs when the news of his father's death at the hands of an Abomination reached him.
Vothal had reached out to the boy, taking care of the funeral rites and giving him the time and help he needed to adjust to his new condition.
The older Nidhogg had been part of Bodya's life for far longer than his parents and until a few days ago, Bodya would have trusted his grandfather with his life. Now, however, he didn't know what or who to believe.
"Guys, I bring urgent news." The Nidhogg reached the main table where the various leaders were sitting and conversing amicably.
A Hush spell cut off all the noise and questions until he was done repeating Vothal's warning. Bodya also mentioned his previous argument with the patriarch and how it had led to his banishment from the tribe.
'I can't fully trust Grandpa but I can't ignore him either.' He thought.
"This is ridiculous." Lathazzar, one of the elves' representatives from Medolin said. "We needed weeks and countless raids to make the Black Tide move of a few kilometers. Why should it suddenly go for a walk?"
"I agree. It sounds like a blatant lie." Aalejah nodded while the banquet exploded into an uproar of voices ridiculing Vothal and insulting the Nidhogg bloodline. "Yet there's no reason to dismiss the warning since it can be easily verified."
The monsters of Zelex, the elves of Setraliie, and the undead took out their respective communication amulets and contacted their kin.
At first, everyone scoffed or laughed at the preposterous claim, especially the people of Medolin. Yet it only made their shock more appalling when they came out of the allegedly sieged Fringe just to find no trace of the Black Tide.
The reverted monsters searched the whole area surrounding the geyser while the undead scouted for kilometers around the settlement without finding a single monster.
"Still, this doesn't make any sense." Orion pondered. "Even if the Black Tide moved, for what reason should it come here?
"This region has nothing special and we have chosen this location for the Gate exactly because there are several fertile areas between here and the nearest monster tide. If the monsters just want food, they are going to stop way before reaching the Wayfinder."
"Usually, I would agree with you." Ilthin nodded. "But I've been on Jiera long enough to study the Black Tide and know how it behaves. The reason it was so hard driving it away is that in that region there are several cities of survivors filled with cattle.
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