If the Guardian, a person from one of the scattered tribes in the realm was able to become humanity's biggest pillar, who could say that none of these tribal people could become the second Guardian?
"Wermon, what are you thinking?" A woman said as she walked next to Wermon
She has short brown hair that doesn't even reach her shoulders as if she cut her hair short so that it wouldn't get in the way of her battle. Her mage robe was not too tight nor too loose which is perfect for moving around. Her emerald green eyes stared at Wermon with deep affection
"Nothing, I was just thinking about how I could convince them to join the City of Hope" Wermon answered while staring at the sea of clouds
He doesn't plan on forcing the tribes to become part of the City of Hope. Some of them surely placed importance on their homes and they would not be willing to relocate
