Despair, Helplessness

The fear instilled by the Oracle Palace ran deep in the bones of the aborigines. 

None dared to disobey its commands. 

Killing the bearer of the divine decree was tantamount to challenging the might of the Oracle Palace itself. 

It was a risk no one dared to take lightly. 

The Oracle Palace's prestige was unassailable.

Sensing Xetsa Yeza's predicament, evident in her delicate touch to adjust her hair, Braydon Neal watched her depart. 

"I'll deliver the items before dawn. Don't attempt to flee!" she cautioned, though Braydon had no intention of doing so.

Once Xetsa had left, the Northern Army Army's regimental commanders exchanged puzzled glances, bewildered by their commander's association with the woman.