It took about two days before Zarilan gathered a considerable number of clan leaders to come into their city. Their Lionheart clan had a considerable influence among the other clans.
Before the central city and the three nations succeeded, they heeded more of Zarilan's words. This was for the survival of their world, and instead of clinging to the three nations, they liked to band together more.
After all, while what happened to the central city was regrettable, they were far from the center of the chaos. At least for now.
Zarilan met Halwyn, the prophet of the Silverfeather Clan. She looked calm; her meaningful gaze landed on Zarilan. For some reason, Zarilan could not meet her eyes.
Halwyn merely smiled meaningfully and narrowed her eyes. She went and patted Zarilan's shoulder and gave a few vague words before she went inside the meeting room.
"This is our hope. Sometimes to survive, we need to abandon something."
