"We need to inform them first,"
Morvain spoke with a solemn look on her face and Kael…
He understood that this wasn't just a simple statement; it carried… dread.
They weren't going to just 'inform', they were going to… face them.
Ten thousand Velmourns.
They needed to stand in front of all these Velmourns and tell them that the enemy tribe—the same people who had killed their family members, people who attacked and tried to loot them every single winter—were now going to walk through their gates and live with them.
Morvain could already predict their reactions, and of course, Kael was no different. He could predict it as well.
And…
Morvain's gaze told him that He… would be the one taking the brunt of this announcement.
He would be the one seeing their faces change.
He would be the one seeing their fear turning into anger.
He would be the one seeing their anger turn into grief.
He would be the one seeing their grief turn into… blame.
And once again—
