"I will not allow it!"
Emlen's ear-splitting tone seemed to penetrate deep inside every single person within the room. His protectiveness was evident, and he wasn't ashamed of it. His eyes were daring as if to challenge anyone who would want to rebuke him. No one made a sound.
However, there was always someone who wasn't afraid of him.
"There is no time for arguments. Aren't we all aware that if we do not take action now? We will lose our people."
The Lord of the Morfaers narrowed his eyes. He disliked Emlen's sudden interruption. "Clearly, It is not your decision to make..." When he finished, he turned to set his eyes on Moulin. His meaning was clear. It was Moulin's choice whether he should go or not.
Everyone was still awaiting his decision. And the time was ticking. Being the center of the entire hall's attention, Moulin felt his palms sweat within his fists. However, his expression remained serious, as if he was in deep thought. Finally, he spoke. "I will go."
