"You're right." He said.
'He's right? What do they mean?' Finrod thought as he remained squatting trying to comfort the heartbroken Funari that hugged him.
"Multiple classes? That's an interesting phenomenon. They might not be restricted to the demon folk, and I wonder if we can tap into the power as well. It'll need some conditions to achieve, if that is the case." Neska spoke, cupping his hand around his chin pondering.
The survival of the Funari people rested in his hands, he had been resourceful and strong so far but how far can he go? How much can he endure? How much can the village endure?
