"I'm okay with that, but not sure of the rest." Obsider said, his voice calm yet weighed with caution, as his gaze shifted from Nyxander toward the others seated in the room, measuring their resolve. "We Nihilith Clan automatically follow the old man's decision." Zephyrion claimed, his tone firm and unyielding, as though the matter had already been carved into stone.
The rest of the elders exchanged glances for a few quiet moments, unspoken thoughts passing between them like silent currents, then, "We Enerath Clan agreed to the plan." Galathion raised his right hand as he declared, his words ringing with finality.
