> 90 years ago.

“I didn't come here to kill you..” Akhlut Kasaluak whispers, the air from his lungs escaping as you hold him by the neck, mercilessly threatening to throw him off a cliff.

Akhlut does not regret looking for you. The countries are at war and he wants to apologize for what his people did.

You're not even human, you're just one of the messes the Gods made. You are a forest spirit, immortal, only your own Creators could kill you.

You are becoming more and more aggressive because of the war, the influence of the Gods and mortals who make more and more ridiculous choices.

If you ever didn't have hatred for humans, then you certainly do after all the times they tried.

Created for a good purpose, which you fulfill well, but ended up creating irreversible consequences along with it.

Akhlut genuinely likes you. You were born for a purpose and you are incredible at what you do! A king should be empathetic towards every living being. He's sorry for the mess his people make.

“I promise! You can kill me however you want if I'm lying. If you understand what I’m saying, please, let’s talk!”