In an instant, all her hesitation vanished like mist under the sun.
"It's okay," Veylara whispered back to the anxious elders, her voice holding an iron-hard finality that brooked no argument. "He must have planned for this exact moment too. Didn't you see how outrageous his plans were during the dawn raid?"
She turned her head slightly, her gaze sweeping over the group of old warriors and shamans crouched beside her.
"He told our warriors to cut the Zeriths' leg tendons instead of going for their chests or throats. And what happened? They slaughtered countless Zerith stalkers and Gray Marauders without losing a single drop of human blood. Not one. Tell me… you guys who have lived for countless springs, have you ever thought of something like that?"
There was complete silence.
