"I saw it all… yet I turned a blind eye…"
A man stood before the Erpeopian king within his own throne room, his head to the floor as he delivered the news from the village.
Next to him stood an Erpeopian who wore the same scales as him, the creature much younger in comparison.
"My lord, the people are falling ill!" they declared, looking up to the king for any sort of solution, some sort of answer that the king could have. "Our medics have been doing everything they can, but…"
"We couldn't save some of them! And the rest are still suffering!"
The king couldn't bear to listen, his claws dug into the wooden throne frame.
"I'm sorry, my liege, but… there's nothing to be done…" The boy next to the king turned to see the reaction of the man. His teeth gritted as tightly as his fists.
"Father, shouldn't we seek aid from the Poulians? They specialize in magic of this sort, don't they?" the boy pondered, the king only shaking his head to the boy's words.
