"Clan leader Nocril, is this the way the Uzash clan treats its heroes?" Alex said, having recognized why he was being hung like a prisoner.
"There are those who celebrate the heroes, and there are those who envy them, and the strength that you have shown would be envied by weak and strong alike,"
"Your display of strength is bound to resonate through the whispers of Mother Nature, and soon, the weak and the mighty alike will come knocking on my clan's doors to take you."
"My clan does not have the means to protect, and you don't hold enough value to the Elven Empire for them to protect you from the various powerful Beast clans and Beast Emperors,"
"As you clearly have something linked to a Beast Monarch because of the Aura you have shown, so the only end for you would be being sold out to the highest bidder," Nocril calmly said, and at this point, could only just shake his head knowing his month of effort was gone in smoke.
