"Do you think our society will not fall to destruction without a king? Who will be the next king? You?"
The elder suddenly pointed to one of them and answered with a quick nod.
"You? Or maybe you?" All of them denied such a responsibility, "We will not have a king, meaning it is the end."
The younger council members looked at each other after hearing these words. They couldn't fully trust these elders, but the death of the king, and what that brought. Those things were evident.
"I say... before all fall to doom, we summon the gods to help us!"
As one of the elders said this, the young council members immediately looked at them with serious expressions.
"Do not go overboard, old man! Summoning the gods is not something to be taken so lightly, it requires the blood of the king himself!"
The other council members seemed to agree, nodding as they acknowledged the merit of the dweller's words.
