"Are you sure about this?" Zarnak asked, the doubt and skepticism still apparent on his face.
"Why do you think we risked our lives to went on a scouting mission?" Storm said, still chewing on the jerky.
"You know this is not a simple matter Storm. Your accusations could lead to breaking the trust within the unified races." Hamdal spoke up in a grave tone. His brows creased in worry.
"But if nothing is done, then our destruction is inevitable. Even if we don't lose the fight in the frontlines, we could crumble from within."
"You mean to say…"
"This could lead to a civil war." Storm completed Zarnak's words.
The mood got tense. All of them stood in silence. Their foreheads creased with worry as sighs escaped in a wave.
"Headmaster," Storm called out, breaking the silence. He had a solemn expression on his face, bringing Hamdal's gaze up, towards him.
