Bab 1197: Allies and Conviction

The atmosphere in the room shifted subtly as Eleandril's expression grew more serious. His gaze swept across the assembled group, his eyes lingering on Lyon for a moment before he spoke. "As you know already, my empire is not in a fit condition to help you," he began, his voice carrying the weight of recent turmoil. The memories of the coup that had left him wounded were still fresh in everyone's minds.

Lyon nodded, acknowledging Eleandril's words. "We understand," he replied evenly, his tone reflecting a hint of determination. "But I'm not asking your empire to help us. I'm asking you." His words hung in the air, underscoring the gravity of the situation they faced.