I realised that paragons weren't that scary. And that was because we were still at the early stages of the apocalypse. Later on they might turn frightening. But they needed to survive to reach that stage, right?
So even if these two were trapped into seeing things from the rules of their races, things wouldn't turn out like this. Their paragons would fear me, fear them, and would eventually succumb to their desires.
But they had to act fast before those dirty paragons would assign people to the free forces. If that happened, then it would be a problem indeed.
"Go, start speaking with your paragons," I waved my hands for them to go and start their talk.
As the two moved in such reluctance towards the corners of my chariot, Isabella whispered:
"Will they get what you want?"
"No one can say no in the face of death," I shrugged, "if they refused, then it would be more perfect to go and find one of these two and kill him. That would knock some sense into the other one."
