"By the gods, that power!"
The centaurs went pale—their lives felt like leaves in a hurricane, utterly beyond their control.
"Are you planning to break the Sacred Fire Covenant?"
A hint of deadly intent crept into that noble, ice-cold voice.
The lead centaur warrior bit down hard on his tongue. The sharp pain snapped him back to his senses.
"N-no sir! The centaur clan would never break the Sacred Fire Covenant!"
Under the crushing presence of the two mighty retainers, the centaur warrior quickly set the record straight.
The Sacred Fire Covenant—an ancient pact humanity had sworn since the dawn of time. Oath-breakers faced death from all sides!
The centaur warrior couldn't stomach being branded a covenant-breaker.
If he brought that curse down on his people, he'd be remembered as the clan's greatest failure.
"You may pass!"
Carlos wasn't surprised by their reaction—everything was going exactly as planned.
"Lead on. I want to see your chieftain!"
