After Ian stated his conditions, the atmosphere in the hall grew tense.
The High Priest's purple eyes stared at Ian, as if trying to see through to his true intentions.
"Lord Marcus, must you be so uncompromising?"
Calendor's voice remained calm, but the vast presence hidden deep within him finally showed a slight ripple.
"My apologies. I've only just arrived and don't understand the full situation. I'll need to consider whether to accept this mission."
Ian shook his head, meeting Calendor's gaze calmly.
"At the very least, I need to know what price you are willing to pay."
This was not just about haggling; it was a way to probe the Silver Moon Council's true bottom line and sincerity.
Two Level Four Morning Star Elders had already perished in there. The risks and rewards had to be proportional.
Calendor fell silent for a moment, a complex look flashing in his eyes. "The things you want are all Holy Artifacts of our people. I cannot decide on my own. How about this..."
