The Disaster That Was Wrought In Sloria [Part 4]

Afkon chuckled, cutting Raven off mid-breath. She turned her head to him with a slight frown.

He took his time chuckling before he faced her—with curled lips, eyes gleaming with benign wickedness.

"You see girl, you are merely a child. A child will only think as a child. Growth and maturity is realizing that when fate chooses you, submission is not a choice. Don't make this about us, young daughter of the prestigious Kagayema clan, you just want to go home at all cost, don't you? You want to go back into daddy's bosom and protection?"

He laughed as he stated. So did the crowds.

The way they carried Afkon's laughter was enough to prove the kind of unbreakable relationship between him and his stronghold.

He didn't look like just a leader to these ones. Even when they spoke, they spoke in defense of him.