In the heart of the opulent small town, exuding wealth, the full moon night whispered an intriguing omen in the air. In the forge, Detue and Alnia stared at the whale with tense eyes while Almin, next to the round being, maintained a serious and contemplative expression.
"You've lived together for a month and had time to know the true nature of Almin," the whale spoke calmly, fixing its gaze on the eyes of the two in front of it. "He and I are evil cultivators. If you believe that we are the true evil of the world, even knowing him, then there's nothing more to discuss."
