As Rinalef made her way out of the castle in the vast territory of the ant tribe, her expression was visibly pale, marked by the weight of her recent audience with Akun, the ruler of this noble tribe.
Akun's response had been delivered with a condescending edge, a piercing gaze scrutinizing the princess. His inquiry hung in the air, a demand for clarification. "So why are you telling us not to fight back?"
A shiver coursed through Rinalef's spine, and she understood that her next words had to be chosen with utmost care. Her voice trembled slightly as she began to reveal the pressing matter at hand. "My father recently made contact with a mysterious figure," she explained, her words cautious. "It promised to provide him with a means to awaken my mother, who has been trapped in an eternal slumber. He was told that your people are in possession of a 'Dragon's Core,' and he was instructed to retrieve it."
