The man's lips curved upward as his unique eyes shone with four different colors all at once, utterly mesmerizing.
"Why don't we invade the Vraven Kingdom together?"
"…"
For a long moment, no one moved.
Not Thorga, not Serelis, nor their ninety-eight elites.
Every pair of eyes held the same stunned question.
This was not what they came for. After seeing the defeated undead - their allies - both team leaders were getting prepared for a battle, not the twist thrown their way.
Thorga's gaze slid to Black Fang.
The Venomborne Terror stood near the seated man with the same steady posture a dwarf might have when deliberating which mug of ale they should devour next. There was no twitch of her eyebrows, no shift in her posture, no hint that she disagreed with the proposal the man had just tossed at them.
Serelis, meanwhile, had locked onto Sylvaris.
