Bab 1822: Star

The atmosphere settled down after Dyon's words. The brief respite was once more overwhelmed by a solemn air. 

"How many warriors is your Sacharro Clan able to provide?" 

Emperor Shruti took the helm. It seemed that Grand Elder Vata wasn't happy with yet another variable being introduced, especially one that cared for Saru so much. However, he had learned his lesson from years ago. He wouldn't overplay his hand again, so he took the wait and see approach. 

Dyon smiled, he had expected this sort of questioning. 

"You know well why I had to sneak in here instead of announcing my arrival, correct? You also know why I must wear a mask?" 

Emperor Shruti sighed. Of course he knew. It was for this same reason the Atlas Clan could only provide silent support with resources. If the Atlas Clan sent their warriors, would they be in this sort of situation?