The tension was almost palpable, each soldier evaluating their counterparts with cautious glances, measuring strengths, anticipating possible aggressions.
Inside the tent, the discussion was already advanced. A circular table, another symbol of fictitious equality, perfectly divided the delegations. On one side, Kharzan and his four newcomers; on the other, Julius, Sirius, Selphira, Ignatius, and Arturo. Victor had remained at the academy, supervising the detained and maintaining an additional line of defense.
"Let me see if I've understood correctly," said Kharzan, resting both hands on the table with feigned calm. "You intend to return only one of them to me?"
Julius and Sirius nodded simultaneously, maintaining impassive expressions.
