If that was true, then there were two formidable forces fighting each other to get their hands over the twenty races.
Thinking about this made me question something. The higher up told me that each race was surrounded inside a bubble, waiting for someone they trust to save them. But seeing how the Hescos here were desperately and seriously fighting the fiends made me doubt all this.
If the races would only swear allegiance towards one, then it was supposed to be myself. Yet the Hescos came prepared, ready to sacrifice their forces here instead of fighting me.
Thinking they didn't know about the condition the higher up told me before was bullshit. They knew, or to be more precise, they got a way to let these races follow them.
And that meant the higher up didn't tell me everything. Damn! Was the identity of the strongest race enough to pave any path with roses for them? While mine was planted with thorns?
