Helpless Situation!
Inside the lavish meeting chamber of the Frost family palace...
King Ragnar sat before a wooden table, his usually composed face now clouded with frustration. He held a glass orb and communicating with the palace master.
The palace master just informed about the Doom family's condition for constructing the teleportation gate at Dead Island City.
"Respected Palace Master, how can anyone agree to this?" Ragnar's voice carried a note of urgency, bordering on desperation. "You also know that Kent has a deep enmity with the Doom family. If we allow them to construct the teleportation gate, they will surely use it as an opportunity to take revenge. They cannot be trusted in this matter."
The Palace Master, an older man with a hardened face and gray streaks in his neatly trimmed beard, sighed deeply, with a complicated face. He had been through many battles, though they were battles of words and politics rather than spells and swords.