Alex said calmly, "Your condition has been met. Now it's time for you to meet mine."
Zarvok looked at him with a mixture of respect and fear, his massive frame tensing slightly under the weight of Alex's gaze. The faint glow of the lights reflected off his scales, painting his face in a grim light. "Just say the word," he replied, voice steady but laced with caution. "I will try to meet them however I can within my power."
Alex smiled faintly. "Good."
"The first thing I want from you is to take care of this world while I'm absent."
"Second, the war is already over. Call back all of your forces—including the other races—and tell them to live on this continent peacefully."
"And the third one… is to establish diplomatic relations with all the monarchs, so a war does not break out again."
Zarvok nodded slowly, processing each word. The silence that followed was heavy, like the calm after a storm. "Alright. I accept them all. I just have one question."
