Alexander stood in the quiet room, patiently waiting for an answer.
It was odd. He knew about the state of things in Artaris. They were being treated as subhuman by the high elves.
Donia on the other hand was a mighty kingdom. In a normal setting, it would be them begging for his aid.
Yet, because of the strength of one man, an enigma among the wood elves, the situation was the reverse.
Alex did not care about what his elders had taught him. He did not care that the prince of Donia was not to make any requests, only demands…
All he needed right now was a yes, and it did not matter what he needed to do to get it.
Alex did not know the depths of Eliron's strength. But considering that he was able to defeat the grand mage with ease, there was a chance he was far above his level, perhaps he was even stronger than the Archmage?
'We need him on our side!'
If things moved the way they were going right now, Kasket would fall, and every single person in that battle would die.
