Cliff leaned back in his chair, his face impassive, but his eyes betrayed a fierce determination. The air was heavy, each word seeming to weigh more on the atmosphere.
"You know," he began, breaking the silence, "I don't need you to approve of my methods. What I'm looking for is a partner who understands the urgency of the situation. This war isn't about territory or pride... it's about survival."
Raknat crossed his arms, a smirk still on his face. "And you think your grand speeches will convince me? If you think I'll jump headfirst into your war, you're gravely mistaken."
Cliff tilted his head slightly, an enigmatic smile stretching across his lips. "I never asked you to fight. But think of this: if this war fails, if we fall... how long do you think your precious clan will remain untouched?"
