506 DVI. The Peace Bringer

Meanwhile, Kranus looked at Dag, trying to share calm of mind to him with his eyes, as if to tell him that the situation was under control.

Thyrius sat on his throne and crossed his legs, resting his elbow on the wooden throne's armrest and his head on the hand, as if he was already tired of that discussion.

Dag took a deep breath and when he reopened his eyes, after calming down, he tried not to look at Claire who had lost consciousness and remain focused on the goal but began to devise a plan to free her peacefully.

"Even if you already know, my job is to tell you that young Dag comes from Okstorm and it is thanks to him that I withdrew my men from the Outposts near the Randt Massif, to allow your warriors to rest and stop fighting. What you don't know about him is that he betrayed his own King to bring peace to Krypstorm! Dag betrayed the trust of King Einar, the King of the lands of the West, and ran off with his woman asking for refuge to me. I honored his request!" Kranus continued, lowering his voice and bringing back the order, while the little man with mustache lit the torches of the room again, one by one, using a long stick.

"Peace in Krypstorm?! I've never felt such idiocy! Krypstorm will never know peace, war flows through its mountains, under the earth, in rivers water... my people have lost everything, there is no time for peace! If we want to survive, we must continue to fight!" Thyrius replied, sitting on his throne with an angry expression.

"Who took Klorr, your city?" Dag interrupted, who after calming down, walked beside Kranus, who felt more relieved knowing he had his support, as well as Freydis and the other two warriors, who breathed a sigh of relief.

"Uh?" What does this have to do with our war?! I don't care who you are and where you're from, kid! I just care how you got those powers..." the Packmaster answered, trying to deflect the speech.

"Who was to drive you away from Klorr and forced you to take refuge underground like fearful moles?" Dag asked again, looking at Thyrius in disgust, intent on speaking directly, bluntly.

"Grr... you're playing with fire, kid... you killed dozens of my men, then you killed Layrus, the noblest of my warriors... and now what? You're pretending to come in here, into my house... and insult me like I'm one of your subordinates?! Who do you think you are?!" the leader of the Claws Of Fenrir growled again, rising from the throne and heading quickly towards Dag as if he was going to hurt him.

Kranus made a step again between the two, trying to keep the peace. 

"Grrrargh! And so what? I didn't need anyone to remind me! I always think about how to kill those sons of bitches from the first to the last, but there is no hope! Our people will only survive if we stay in the Rock Prison, that's our burden, that's our destiny!" 

"The leaders of the Okstorm Clans spoke like you before allying" Dag interrupted, standing still, fearlessly. 

"Uh? Ally? Is this your incredible proposal?! Do you want our two Clans to form an alliance and fight the Lies Of Loki?!" Thyrius asked again, who for the first time did not ironize about what had been proposed to him.

"We will help you to claim back what is yours and you will stop attacking our Clan, letting us live in peace to the east, as it was in antiquity. It seems a good solution to everyone" Kranus added, reinforcing Dag's words and taking advantage of the only moment Thyrius was really listening.

"This is ridiculous... anyway… it pains me to say it, but... if our two Clans would come together, we would have enough warriors to face such a large army." 

After Thyrius' unexpected answer, Freydis, Atran, and Kron gasped, incredulous at the Packmaster's words, who seemed to have suddenly changed his opinion.

"I have a lot of warriors and the Lies Of Loki would never expect such a thing. Our combined attack on Klorr would be incredibly effective and once most of their army will be exterminated, they would not have the necessary forces to attack you again" Kranus continued, emphasizing the chances of success.

"And what about him? Why does he want to attack Lies Of Loki? What does he have against them? If it's true that he is an explorer of Okstorm, what would he gain from such a huge war?" Thyrius asked, pointing one of his claws at Dag, who seemed to have calmed down, even though he was incredibly focused on breathing, knowing that at any moment his instincts could take over.

"The Lies Of Loki killed my father and tried to kill my mother when I was just a kid, unable to defend anyone. From that moment I swore I'd end them for good. I promised my family and the spirit of my late father that I would kill Hackon, their leader with my own hands" he replied, knowing exactly what to say as if he couldn't wait for someone to ask him that question so he could put into words all the hatred he felt for that Clan.

"Mmmh... Hackon" Thyrius whispered, moving on his chest the finger that was pointed at Dag, crawling his claw on a large scar he had at his heart, probably caused to him by the Lies Of Loki leader.