"It's clear."
The responding cry was dull and weak, evident of the beasts lack of enthusiasm.
Helpless, the witches sighed in resignation.
There was nothing they could do about the situation. They couldn't force the creatures to be excited for an event that held no benefit for them.
Even though the five clans used the excuse of retaining the rankings and current order of things in the realm to make them accept the challenge of the serpentine, it was obvious the affect of the persuasion had worn off during the brief time gap.
Now, the beasts were more concerned about the Werewolf King's wrath than the possible extinction of their clans.
"For this Battle of Wars, the Werewolf clan and the Snake clan will not be taking part. All races will be battling the serpentine of the Snake clan to the death. The outcome of the Wars will decide the direction of the realm. Alright, then let the Battle of Wit begin! May the mightiest reign supreme!"
