"No, no, no! Please, reconsider our offer. If you join us, you would become the most honored protector of Orichalcum, with access to boundless resources and wealth, all free of charge!
Your strength is indeed impressive, but the depths of Ashen's power are not to be underestimated. They also have high deities as their backers. Orichalcum could serve as your perfect Safe Haven!"
Watching Morette's tireless persuasion, Sterl could barely suppress a smile, a peculiar expression crossing his face.
If only Morette knew that he was the same one who, three years ago, had seized the golden code and slain six of Orichalcum's deities—what kind of expression would he wear then? Would he still be so eager to invite him now?
