Alaric crossed his arms, a grim, dangerous smirk finally breaking through his tense features.
"You are going to take their most sacred relics and use them to paint northern iron."
"I am the half of the soul they are keeping those relics for anyway," Julian said simply, his eyes flashing with a spark of steel. "And they don't get a say in how I use my own resources. When we go down into that pass, your steel will be insulated."
This was all to destroy the demons and set the world free. Setting their land free. Profits will not be mentioned in this deal.
"The Holy light will dissolve the void on contact, and it will keep the demons from feeding on your anger or your fear. You will hold weapons that cannot fail you."
The heavy door to the war chamber knocked twice before swinging open.
