"Hahaha, utterly ridiculous!" Marshal Vale suddenly let out a cold, piercing burst of wild laughter. The sound carried dense baleful energy with it, shaking the surrounding rock walls until dust sifted down in sheets.
"The Sylvan Kin are nothing but weak remnants hiding in the deep forest, clinging to their last breath. You dare talk about sparing lives in front of the celestials? A pack of reclusive cowards who ran from the world, what right do you have to negotiate with me and spout such nonsense?"
The pressure around Marshal Vale dropped without warning. His voice cut through the dark floor like ice, carrying a promise of slaughter that reached every corner.
"I will give you one last chance. Take this pack of outsiders and disappear right now. What happened today, I can let pass. But if you insist on standing in my way, then when the Celestial Alliance's million-strong host descends, flattens Evershade, and slaughters the whole Sylvan Kin, it will be far too late for regret." Marshal Vale aimed the threat straight at Elder Cillian.
Elder Cillian's face set hard, and a vicious edge churned between his brows. He forced it down. He did not strike rashly. He only turned his gaze to Jared and waited for the decision.
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