As they passed, people paused whatever they were doing to whisper in a tongue he didn't understand. But he didn't need to speak the language to know what they were saying.
It wasn't good.
Still, it was a scene he was all too familiar with. Malakai ignored it like one would ignore a passing breeze. His steps were steady, expression calm. He followed Luna and Grunde without a word.
Soon, they arrived at a wide space where a large crowd had already gathered.
It was a vast open space, with thick overgrown roots circling around a large area at the center.
The Gor'Mekhai were seated on the roots, and from the number already gathered, Malakai counted more than a thousand people.
'More than I expected.'
They had still passed by so many people on their way here, and more continued to pour in from different sides of the forest. There were a lot. Far more than Malakai had anticipated.
'I don't think the city knows this.'