Tucking one of his hands inside the pocket of his trousers, Mikhail accepted the responsibility of making the decision alone. The glints of his eyes that enticed the darkness of the forest gradually softened as he exhaled to ease the tension in his body. He then returned his stare at Zagan ahead of relaying his ruling.
"I will do it. However, you will be accountable for Saleos' mistakes, Zagan. The deal will be off once you antagonize us. I believe that we have the upperhand if we engage in a battle since both of your mana reserves are depleted."
Clearly relieved, Zagan nodded its head repeatedly, replying, "That's fair and all. It is not our purpose to attack you anyway."
With that, Mikhail raised his hand in direction where Saleos was standing. Together with a gesture as if cutting the air downwards, he uttered the incantation, "Libertas Quæ Sera Tamen".
