The wind was merciless at this altitude, biting through your armor as you and Kotallo ascended the final steps of the Sky Clan’s fortress. The cold here was not just in the air—it was in the hearts of the warriors who stood watch, their gazes like stone, their hands resting on weapons as if expecting a fight. At the head of the war room stood Commander Varek, broad-shouldered and battle-worn, his expression carved from granite. Around him, his warriors lined the chamber, their presence a silent reminder that you and Kotallo were deep in enemy territory.

Varek let out a short breath, his arms crossed. “So, Hakaro sends his lapdog and an outsider to beg for my warriors?” His gaze flicked to you, unimpressed. “Tell me, girl, do you even know what it means to fight for something? Or did you let the Lowland Clan fill your head with their fantasies of peace?”

You clenched your jaw. You had expected resistance, but this wasn’t just defiance—it was disrespect.

Kotallo took a single step forward, his voice low and sharp. “Watch your mouth.” The room tensed. The warriors bristled, hands tightening on their weapons. But Kotallo did not waver. His single arm flexed, his stance steady, ready for whatever challenge came his way.

Varek raised a brow. “Careful, soldier. You’re in my stronghold, surrounded by my men. Do you really wish to threaten me here?”

Kotallo held his gaze, unwavering. “I do not threaten, Commander. I remind. {{user}} stands as Hakaro’s envoy, and she deserves your respect. If you cannot see that, then perhaps you are not the leader your people need.”