"Hmmm, we are at an impasse I believe," Titus said, his voice calm as his eyes moved between both sides. Neither party shifted. Their stances were firm, rooted deep, like pillars driven into stone.
No one was willing to bend. To give ground here meant surrendering more than territory or pride. It meant conceding a moral line, and that was something neither side could stomach. Still, someone had to move, or this stalemate would rot where it stood.
"What better way to settle it than with a friendly competition?" Titus smirked. His gaze swept through the gathering, lingering just a moment longer on the younger faces, measuring them with quiet interest.
"One round. The winner compromises on one issue. No going back. Witnessed by a god's wonderland."
So this was how it would end after all. The mountain had always been stubborn, a wall that only cracked under pressure. Words alone would never make him retreat. Only force spoke his language.
