"You can't hold on any longer."
Nash withdrew his gaze and said softly:
"Even if I didn't come to urge surrender, Field Marshall Hass would likely seek a way out in the coming days, but what I'm more curious about is, why are the wolf people here... Why do they seem so lethargic? Isn't it strange?"
"It's the plague of the spirit!"
The priest who had earlier conveyed the message rasped:
"After the fall of The Master of Hunting, the wolf people here have been like this. They worship the Divine Spirit, but now they can't feel its presence anymore. Their spirit has been shattered, and without their pillar, they have become like the walking dead."
"It's alright."
Nash nodded and said:
"The faith of the returning creator will save them. They only need to go to the territory of the Broken Tooth Clan and listen to the voice of the creator to return to the resilient state of their ancestors. Of course, that is if you manage to return alive to the Plains of Creation.
