"It is time for you to return to the real Nerathis, Hero."
"Huh?"
Kael tilted his head in confusion.
Ferrakar stared at him quietly for a moment,
"You have spent enough time in the forgotten corner, it is time you return."
"I still need time."
Kael shook his head.
"The Heights has only just settled down, the tribes have only just joined. The Alliance is still weak, the army is wounded, the people barely know how to communicate with each other."
He looked back toward the settlement, then, he tightened his hold on Vaelor.
"I wanted to strengthen the army, train them properly, build roads, shelters, schools, teach them magic, make them stand on their own before I return to the main world."
"You do not have that time."
Ferrakar shook his head, his eyes then looked past Kael, towards the settlement and—
"They are weak."
He spoke directly.
Kael narrowed his eyes at those words.
"To reach the level you want them to reach, they will need years, decades even."
