Durka sighed and for a moment there is tense silence in the tent
"It seems our Overlord is truly expanding their influence," Durka mused with a bitter smile, looking around at the gathered Elders who shared his concerns.
One of the wise Elders nodded sagely, offering a perspective of resilience and patience.
"Tall trees attract wind, but we are only below the tree. Storms and rains will come, but let the big tree endure it. We only need to do our best."
Durka chuckled softly, appreciating the Elder's words.
Indeed, they found themselves in the shadow of a powerful force, but they only need to do their best
However, the uncertainty still lingered, and Durka couldn't help but express his confusion. "I still don't understand why Aeryon treats us differently from the other tribes he has subjugated and conquered."
The other Elders also shared his bewilderment, their faces reflecting puzzlement.
