Seeing the resolve in the young cultivator's eyes, Khortar, the otherworldly guest, gazed at Fell with admiration apparent in his face. He had seen many individuals mutter empty promises that only ended up in the water, but the man in front of him was different. And the resolve hidden in his eyes couldn't be faked. He was truly ready to bet his being in order to save his city.
"I can only wish you the best of luck, my friend. I'm sure that destiny will make us meet again if you survive this calamity!" he exclaimed before bowing slightly. His hand turned into fists that he clasped together; the gesture was different from a martial salute, but Fell could still sense its meaning and understand it.
Fell couldn't help but nod silently, he reproduced the man's gesture and turned around to leave the venue. If he wanted to maximize his chances of success, he needed to prepare himself, and more than anything, prepare the city and its citizens.
