Godric nearly came apart on the spot, his whole body shaking. He knew exactly what stood in front of him. His strength had fallen hard, and the people behind him were nothing but a battered remnant. There was no way they could win.
In that instant, he stopped caring about pride. He dropped to his knees in front of Darian with a heavy thud, his kneecaps slamming into the ground hard enough to send out a dull crack.
"Chieftain Darian! Please calm your anger! This really is a misunderstanding! I'm not here for revenge. I'm here to join you! Please, Chieftain, take us in!" Still kneeling there, Godric spoke in a hoarse, catching voice. Every word came out bitter and low.
Seeing this, Darian froze. He stared at the man kneeling in front of him, at Godric's posture ground down so completely it barely looked real, and disbelief spread across his face. For a second, he almost thought he was seeing things.
He even lifted his head and looked at the sky, as if checking whether something was off, then drew his brows together. "What did you say? Join us?"
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