Kraft Viton raised an eyebrow.
"Do you have to leave immediately? Is your territory under attack?"
The worry in the old man's voice warmed Michael's heart.
"My territory hasn't been attacked yet. However, a Native Empire deployed one of its armies after some… unforeseen events happened. They're setting up a military camp at the border to my region," Michael shrugged, "I had some issues with them in the past. The Native Empire is looking for me as well, so I might as well attack them with the High Beast Horde."
Kraft Viton had a bunch of questions but he didn't inquire more. He was sure that Michael would come to him and tell him about his problems when he was ready. Michael knew that he could always come to him and ask for help.
"But no. I don't have to leave immediately. Rebecca will return from the Origin Expanse and call me if something happens."
