Gil-Garna and the other two kings stood before the allied clans who stood at ready to march. The former noticed the atmosphere of the allied clans which was palpably tense, a far cry from the strong unity and determination with which they entered the dungeon first. Friction simmered beneath the surface, threatening to fracture the alliance any second.
Gil-Garna was perfectly aware of the reason and recognised that this was not a good sign for them. He had to do something to get them back to giving their all even if it meant he had to lie to them.
With a sigh, Gil-Garna clicked his tongue at the source of the discontent. The trials inside the dungeon had proven to be beyond his expectations and taken their toll on the allied clans, slowly chipping away at their strength sowing doubt and discord among their ranks.
