When the Far Circle's turn, the older man stood up. His throne made of wind fell apart, vanishing, venting leaves that had left the branches of the trees but had fallen to the ground as a result.
"I think, while designing the Far Circle, they were enslaved by the feeling of being human and called arrogance. Do you know the reason for the raids of wild creatures that regularly attack every day?"
While waiting for a long explanation, Mel winced at the incoming question. Once again, the older man wanted to hear from him a description of something he knew the answer to, but this time he saw that he would not be successful and continued to speak.
"The Far Circle is a place where authority is weak, where Chief-class savages are in a constant battle for space with their subordinates. You might guess that the winners continue to dominate, but do you know the fate of the losers?
