King Oryx looked toward Leonel deeply.
Elthor's lips pressed into a line as he looked back and forth between his father and Leonel. The two didn't seem to have any hatred for one another, but their perspectives were simply different.
King Oryx was more than willing to give up his kingdom to his son, after all, Elthor was his own flesh and blood. Ultimately, the Oryx were a minority race deep within human territory, it was simply too difficult to entrust their future in the hands of someone who just might abandon them at any time.
As for Leonel, he had invested in the Oryx in more than one way. For one, he had resurrected Elthor first, and then his father, when he hardly knew either one of them at the time. Back then, it hadn't seemed like a big deal, but now that he had to purge the Silver Tablet for the sake of saving his brothers, it meant that Leonel had chosen the Oryx over the lives of men and women he had fought shoulder to shoulder with.
