After leaving the palace, a sense of fuzziness continuously filled Rite's head.
The soft whispering of Asha by his ear, was like a raging thunderstorm, incessantly echoing in his heart.
'So... the noble Sea Tribe too had been slaves?'
'And the masters that enslaved them were the Insect Clan within the Kingdom? How powerful must they have been?'
'No... If the Sea Tribe could overthrow their status as slaves and become masters, why can't we, the Sub-human Clan do the same?'
A raging flame ignited within Rite's heart.
He glanced back at Asha's palace, his eyes suddenly filled with pain.
'Asha... I'm sorry!'
He resolutely turned around and made a decision.
...
Rite returned to the slave camp and went to a different area.
It was a gathering place for the werewolf sub-species, the air pervaded with a stench of blood and earthiness.
Fighting back his discomfort, he approached a humble hovel that seemed indistinguishable from the surroundings.
