"Yes, there will be reparations for those who suffered under the chaos created by the evil Demi gods. It will be swift and satisfying."
The words carried weight, meant to calm and assure, meant to sound like justice given form.
Inside the forest, several groups of individuals and monsters moved together in uneasy harmony. Roots cracked softly beneath their steps as they followed a figure bathed in green light, a crown resting upon his head. His presence bent the air around him, his gaze heavy and unyielding as it swept across the woodland path ahead.
"Lord Kilgar, there is also the matter of the fruit harvest. Our men have been working tirelessly to bring out the best yield." One of the elders of the forest clans spoke carefully, his tone light, almost hopeful, as though trying to soften the atmosphere.
"Work hard. I will leave it to you." Kilgar nodded without slowing, his voice flat and distant as his eyes continued to roam the forest.
