As all of this unfolded in Avaloria, the monarchs of the other nations were still seated around the obsidian table, deep in discussion—refining the joint strategy Alex had laid out to support one another's fronts.
Thalion's gaze shifted toward Alex. "Alex," he said, "the Elven Empire needs the cure for Abyssal Corruption."
He folded his hands. "The dark elves attacking our northern front are using forbidden dark arts that inflict abyssal corruption. We suspect the Cult of the Abyss is aiding them. The corruption is becoming a real problem for us."
Damon nodded. "Same problem on our side."
One after another, the other rulers spoke.
"Same here."
"Our forces are suffering from it as well."
Selvic grunted. "I tried to replicate that antidote using the most advanced technology in the dwarven empire. No success so far."
Evelyn stepped forward slightly. "We know. And I am ready to supply—but the price will be three times—"
