Malakai hadn't been the one to reveal what he would be doing in the Drah'Morr.
He had noticed it since the first time he met their people, English wasn't their first language.
He reasoned it was due to the ongoing hostilities between the Gor'Mekhai and the city, forcing the former to learn the latter's language.
While it definitely showed just how seriously the Gor'Mekhai were taking the threat, Malakai couldn't help but wonder what was the city doing. How were they taking this?
The orb he had chosen erupted into the sky and exploded in a blinding light. Malakai narrowed his eyes as strange markings formed from the bright green glow.
He couldn't comprehend their language, only that it sounded savage and primal. Their writing reflected the same.
Wild, vicious strokes layered upon one another, arranged to form what Malakai could only assume was a sentence.
