The commandant stared at the stone tablet, upon its surface, a language she had never seen before was carved, each letter radiating a sense of mysticism, but her attention was elsewhere for now.
"Ancestor, is this… Is this really alright? Are we not to blame for bringing the undeads to your realm? Should we not stay until the end to help?"
"You know, Antieeld, despite your cold exterior and fearsome eyepatch, you are quite the goody two-shoes, huh? Listen, everyone knows that the undeads would have gotten to our realm eventually anyways, we, the emerald folks, will not leave no matter what, so it is the same for us, you however, you have already fled your homes, for what purpose but to preserve what you have left? The Emerald Realm accepts and loves you, but it is not your home, you have no responsibility or obligation to it, so run, there is no shame in fearing death" the sun ancestor helped Antieeld up to her feet, pushing the stone tablet against the commandant's chest.
