The air in Trogoth's Rest was still heavy. The snow had stopped falling, but the cold had not softened. The mist clung to the cliffs like a veil, as if the valley itself wanted to hide what was about to happen here.
Kael stood between the two sides, Gruumak stood beside him, behind them, the Velmourns and the Stonefangs waited, still separated by some distance.
Everyone was now on the same page, everyone knew why they were here and… everyone had… questions.
Tons and tons of questions.
Things to say, things that proved that whatever nonsense that was being discussed here was simply not possible.
Kael could see it all as well, both the Velmourns and the Stonefangs, even Gruumak, who held quite a lot of respect for him, had many doubts.
And for a moment…
He was overwhelmed.
But then—
