With all the Great Nobles' intense gazes fixed upon him, Aslan felt the weight of their scrutiny bearing down on him, compelling him to relent.
"I did indeed meet with the Leaders of Utopia a week ago, here in this very place, to discuss the possibility of peace," he admitted.
"I hope for your sake, you didn't make any promises regarding Sancta Vedelia, boy," Alector said, his voice cold and stern. Though he had remained silent until now, as the Guardian of the Tree, he could not stand idly by when its safety was potentially at risk.
Aslan let out a weary sigh. "Lord Alector, Utopia are also from Sancta Vedelia, much like yourselves brethren—"