Chief Greenwood waved a hand, a gentle smile spreading across his face, the gratitude in his eyes impossible to miss. "Master Chance, there's no need for formalities. You saved the foundation of the Sylvan Kin. You saved all of Evershade... As for cooperation, there is naturally no problem at all. There's no need to discuss it further."
He lifted his gaze toward the Sylvan clansfolk behind him, and his tone turned firm. "I'll arrange it at once and choose elites from among our people to go back to Freevale with you. We will fight at your side and stand together against the Celestial Alliance's invasion. Even if the Sylvan Kin must spend every last ounce of strength, we will not retreat."
At that, a spark flashed through Jared's eyes. He held himself up by force, then gave Chief Greenwood a deep salute, his voice respectful and earnest. "Thank you for your trust, Chief! With the Sylvan Kin helping us, our chances against the Celestial Alliance just grew that much stronger!"
But the moment Jared finished speaking, the smile on Chief Greenwood's face began to fade. That smile vanished from Greenwood's face.
In its place came a trace of strain. His brows drew together, and when he spoke again, his voice carried a heavier weight. It was the look of a man holding back something he could not easily say.
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