After engaging in sexual activity with Seraya, Kael pulled his clothes back on and bent down beside her. Her emerald hair was scattered across the moss, her black garment still hiked up, her chest heaving as she caught her breath.
"Why did the tribe decide to cut off contact?" Kael asked.
Seraya pouted, turning her face away. "What do you care?"
Kael tilted his head, an evil grin spreading across Finesh's face. "If you don't answer, I won't fuck you again."
Seraya's pout deepened. She stared at the moss for a long moment, then snorted.
"Fine." She sat up slowly, pulling her garment down with visibly shaky hands. "The Patriarch decided to tell every emissary of the Vorns and the Dravens to leave our territory. They didn't listen."
She paused, picking a piece of moss from her scales. "So the Patriarch got angry after multiple rejections and decided to kill them. After all, they were just all at the Early Spirit Soul realm."
