Paying Favor

"It's the least I can do." The priest lowered his head.

"I meant my words and I'll keep them," Angor said as he put on a serious look. "Anything you want to be done, you can ask me for it, as long as it's within my power."

The old priest remained silent for a long time to go over his thoughts.

"For a thousand years… I'm so sorry for the terrible ending that awaits my brothers. I… do not know if this can be done, but I don't have any other options now."

"You mean…?" Angor looked at the old man, who slowly knelt down and put his head on the table.

"I hope you can save my kins, young mister."

Even though Angor somewhat expected such a request, he didn't know how to respond to it.

It sounded too vague. There were many extents as to how the Krakoks could be helped. And if the priest wanted the whole race to be brought out of their destiny… Angor definitely could not do it.