The meeting with the two revered shamans, Hekoth and Gunn, continued deep into the night, the fire in the hearth offering its warmth and illumination as the hours passed. The air was thick with the weight of their words, each revelation hanging heavy in the room. As the sun began to announce the start of its reign for the day, the shaman's words finally sank in, and the gravity of their discussion settled upon the chieftain.
Khao'khen's gaze, intense and thoughtful throughout the night, now reflected a myriad of emotions: confusion, curiosity, and a hint of fear. The idea of demonic corruption, of his unique green skin being an indicator of a tainted bloodline, was a revelation that struck at the very core of his being. He had always believed his distinct complexion to be a mere physical trait, but now it seemed that it held a deeper, more sinister significance.