Max had a big decision to make after he heard the old man's plan as the silence in the council room reflected the turmoil in his heart perfectly.
Max was not someone who had no regard for the lives of those who followed under him, if possible he wanted to save every last soldier from dying, but such a reality was not always possible.
He could engage in this fight and risk everything to deal a major blow to the dark faction or he could save the lives of his clan members and retreat.
It was a moral dilemma unlike anything he has ever faced in his life and for the first time ever he felt inconclusive.
" Give me a moment here guys- I need some space to think " Max said in a grim voice as he requested everyone to empty the room.
Only when everyone was gone did Max sit flat on his bum as he looked towards the ceiling of the tent and murmured " Grandpa Drax, what should I do in situations like these? "
