The revelation from Adam about the plan of the Henshaw Dynasty set off a shockwave in the minds of his interrogators. The fact that this had been going on for many years meant that the demi-human society was riddled with moles and spies that were under the control of the humans.
As the first pack to be relieved from the control of this drug, and the only ones with this information, the Belmun pack had a duty to spread the news and do something about this issue. Or else, if the Henshaw Dynasty utilized these packs that were under their control, then the entire demi-human society of the Northern continent would be turned over on its head.
If they were able to carry out this plot, then they could very well spread this drug between the human society of the various landmasses across the planet, spelling doom for all demi-humans.
"So, how are we going to handle this?" Daniel asked when the three of them had retreated to a separate room to discuss the information that they had acquired from Adam.
"We?" Mian couldn't help but ask. He was currently alone, and as much as he wanted to help people, it would still take time and manpower. Both of which he had a limited amount of. He himself was barely enough to free one relatively medium sized pack, and he would never have achieved such a feat so quickly if it weren't for Daniel actively helping him.
To handle seven other packs would be tiring and extremely time consuming, especially when the factor of travel was taken into consideration. Only Adam and those involved would know where the packs that were involved were.
"Yes, 'we'. Don't you understand how big this is? With your help, and out people, we can handle this issue before it gets out of hand." Daniel fixed Mian with a stern look. One that Mian wanted to bend to, but decided to steel his spine instead.
"I understand how serious this is, but we are talking about a whole Dynasty. I'm a simple middle rank. What I can do against a Dynasty is almost laughable. Not even the entire Belmun pack will be able to completely handle the Henshaw Dynasty." Mian argued.
"And how can you be sure of that?"
"Because my pack just fought a battle against them a while ago. It was bloody, and we almost lost. We had to fight against a bloody Pillar!" As Mian got more riled up, his words also became more colorful.
Han's furry eyebrow rose at that point.
"You fought against the Pillar of the Henshaw Dynasty? And how are you still alive? How did you pack survive?" The older demi-human grew interested in the story of the war.
"My Patriarch, Daven, killed him." Mian answered after a moment of thinking. They already knew that he had a Gift, but that didn't mean he had to tell them everything. If they planned on keeping him against his will, then they would greatly underestimate him, and hive him a chance to use his abilities to escape.
"Your Patriarch is Daven?" Han looked shocked, and Mian was left confused before understanding. Han's memories from his time under the effects of the drugs were still fragmented. It seemed that the memory of his discussion with Mian was not yet clear.
"Yes, I told you this before, but you were under the effects of the drug back then. That's why you can't remember." He explained.
"I am aware of how much of a powerful Dominant Daven is, but who knew he would be able to match a Pillar? The again, the Greater Strength user had only just gotten the Gift a bit of a while ago. It's no surprise that he has yet to understand how to use it to its full potential." The man began murmuring to himself and Daniel rolled his eyes. Han was much different than before.
'The drug must have messed with his behavior.' Mian thought to himself.
"If your pack is that strong, then maybe they can help us!" Daniel continued the argument after finding new ground to argue upon.
"We fought with the Henshaw Dynasty, but our casualties were immense. We are still recouping!" Mian pushed back.
The two boys kept arguing that way for minutes before Han cleared his throat to get their attention.
"Mian," He started. "I know that your pack has gone through a rough time recently, but we truly need your help. If we don't take care of this threat, then the entire demi-human society might as well be doomed to slavery and death."
Han chose his words carefully, saying things that he knew would tug on Mian's heart strings. Eventually, after some time trying to persuade the younger demi-human, he eventually succeeded.
"Fine. But we will only help with the other packs. Taking down the Henshaw Dynasty is not my decision to make. You'll have to talk to my Patriarch yourself." Mian grudgingly agreed to assist them.
"Haha, that's fine. I'm sure I can coax my old friend into joining the cause. As long as we get enough help from enough packs, then we can handle this quickly enough." Han nodded.
He soon sent a guard that was standing outside the room to gather all his available advisors. A few of them had fallen sick, while those that were available had already regained themselves after the effects of the drug were flushed from their system.
Soon enough, three Werewolves entered into the room where Han, Daniel and Mian were discussing. Huan was among them, along with a middle-aged female Werewolf, and a younger looking male Werewolf.
"Patriarch." The three of them greeted respectfully at the same time while bowing.