The Big-Bearded Slav said calmly.
"Are you backing out of the plan we agreed on, Beisha Country? You're going to abandon all that glory and kneel before a single man?!"
Starry Sky Country One demanded, staring daggers at him.
"Bowing to a God is not shameful, is it?"
"My apologies, everyone. There are some matters I must attend to. Farewell."
The Big-Bearded Slav gave a slight shake of his head, and his video feed window instantly went dark.
At the same time, a dozen other video feeds went dark one after another. The only ones remaining were the Starry Sky Country's staunchest allies.
It was a loose Alliance, hastily thrown together; its members were never of one mind.
Each had their own agenda, and each made their own choice.
"A pack of cowards!! Imbeciles!! They're all vermin!!"
Starry Sky Country One roared furiously.
