The six figures exchanged wary glances, a silent consensus passing between them. They understood the gravity of the situation—taking an Oath as Eldren Mana users was no minor decision.
For those who wielded such potent power, it was a binding contract not only with the words spoken but with the ancient, unpredictable forces embedded in the very mana that coursed through them.
If Lyerin was suggesting an Oath, he was either extremely confident in his intentions or holding a hidden agenda they couldn't yet see.
They murmured among themselves, voices barely above a whisper yet thick with cautious curiosity.
"This could be a setup," one of the individuals said, his gaze sharp beneath his hood. "An Oath with a man like him might mean more than just loyalty. It could mean…" he trailed off, leaving his words to linger ominously in the air.
