Zena looked at Fares weirdly. What does he mean the squirrel can talk? Did he hit his head and go crazy?
Fares did not notice her strange gaze as he looked at his friend with a wide smile.
"Of course, I can talk. My race used to be the kings of the land." Smooka said as sadness could be seen behind his cute fluffy exterior.
"Then what happened to your race that made it fall so low?" Fares asked in confusion.
It was nearly impossible for a race who rules by power to fall so hard that they need to act in stealth in fear of other species.
"We call them, The five demon kings. Each was a race inferior to ours, but by combining their powers together they fought a war to the death with my race. They were still not going to win, but they used our King's daughter as a hostage, forcing him to commit suicide." Smooka said as he shook in anger.
Fares rubbed his soft fur, trying to calm him down. After a while he finally calmed down and continued.