Reymon lowered his head for a moment, thinking through every choice he had left.
He remembered his family, his dead warriors, his plans, and the future of Sharang.
No matter how he looked at it, Aksai was not just a strong person—he was someone who changed the rules of the world around him.
Becoming Aksai's disciple was not a shame. In fact, it might be the best chance he would ever get to defeat the corrupted druids and protect the land he vowed to guard. He took a slow breath, letting go of the last bit of pride tied to his past failures.
Then, with steady steps, Reymon walked in front of Aksai, who was still seated calmly with his hands folded. Reymon bent down and placed one knee firmly on the cracked ground. He lowered his head and cupped his fists with both hands, his voice serious and respectful.
"Master, please guide this disciple."
