"But for the sake of the tribe's immediate future, we don't have any other choice right now. It is a desperate gamble. It is either risk a betrayal from the Zharun, or guarantee our absolute extermination by the Zerith and Marauders."
"What about the other human tribes?" Sol pressed, his strategic mind searching for alternatives. "Humanity is supposed to stick together in this hellhole, right? You said there were other settlements nearby."
The mere mention of the other human tribes caused a sudden, explosive shift in the atmosphere of the High Hall. The simmering tension among the remaining elders finally boiled over.
An older, gray-haired elder standing near the back wall suddenly slammed his fist violently against a stone pillar, his face flushed with fury.
