Nora's heart skipped a beat.
With a single breath, a single glance, the man before her sent the elemental forces in the surrounding space into a frenzy—like a storm barely restrained. For the first time, she took several steps back.
The Spirit Tribe had always possessed an innate sensitivity to power fluctuations, and what she felt now was enough to make even Ku'Jalai furrow his brow.
If, moments ago, the adventurer before them had been a wolf baring its fangs, now he stood like a humanoid Vilitian behemoth, radiating an aura of unspeakable danger.
"No matter the choice you make during the council," Nora said, inhaling deeply, "the Dark Spirit Tribe will support you unconditionally."
"What's the price?" Orson's eyes narrowed. No deal came without terms.
"Nora has offered you a negotiation," the system chimed.
"She requests that you kill Prince Preston of the Light Spirit Tribe after the council concludes."
