Zephyr studied him, his silence more intimidating than any words. Finally, he spoke, his voice like ice. "And what amends could possibly satisfy Terra's wrath? What could prevent him from flattening this city with a mountain?"
Nwadiebube's mind raced. This was the moment he had dreaded and prepared for in equal measure. "I will offer reparations to Terra's clan," he said firmly. "Gold, resources—whatever it takes to show that my kingdom takes full accountability. And more than that, I will make it clear to all who seek refuge here that their actions must not endanger the balance of power on this continent."
Zephyr raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Gold and resources? Do you think Terra as an apeling cares about trinkets and trade goods? Have our limited contact with your people made you forget about us to think treasures and what not will look enticing to us. Terra is not a man who values wealth, Boy. He values respect. And right now, you have very little of it."
