Beside the High Priest, Lana's eyes flashed fiercely, speaking disdainfully:
"High Priest, power has always been a game of life and death. You should know this better than anyone."
The High Priest shook his head slightly: "It shouldn't be like this."
Lana snorted coldly: "Give the order then. Both Daphne and I are ready to fight."
She had seen her own brother kill those who threatened him; now, such tribal strife seemed trivial to her.
Daphne, having come a long way, had transformed from pure innocence to someone seasoned and knowledgeable.
She understood that once war started, it could only end in battle.
"Right, let us fight alongside your people, High Priest."
The High Priest appeared even more distressed, slowly saying:
"I promised Ethan to ensure your safety. You cannot join the battle. Besides, if our people see that I have allowed outsiders to join our internal strife, they will think I have no one by my side."
