Reform and Changing Faces

The scene instantly spiraled out of control, with furious denunciations and roars nearly blowing the roof off.

The Royal Guard hesitantly stepped forward, only to be forced back by Onyxia's lazy yet threatening gaze. The Dragon Awe contained in her eyes made the souls of these brave warriors tremble.

Clearly, these humans and elves were not opponents ordinary mortals could contend with.

"Quiet!" Talanji waved a hand, cutting off the chaos and arguments on both sides. She walked before the throne and first gave her father a deep bow, then urged him in a trembling voice, "Father, my father. You cannot imagine what I have been through. You do not know how much the outside world has changed. Zandalar is already on the verge of destruction. Yet you are still arguing over tradition and gods. It is all over!"

King Rastakhan looked at his daughter, and a trace of reluctance appeared in his eyes. But in the end, he could only say coldly, "You must have been deceived by those people outside. That is why you would speak such rebellious words. Our empire has endured for tens of thousands of years. How could it be in such danger as you claim?"

Talanji did not look anxious after hearing this. She had long known her father would say that, just as he had remained so stubborn and arrogant even after Rezan's warning.

She took a step back and painfully shook her head at Rastakhan. "Father, you may doubt my words, but what about the great Rezan? Surely you believe what he says?"

"Yes, where is Rezan? Summon him quickly to defend our nation. These outsiders clearly harbor hostility toward Zandalar. We need Rezan's power," Rastakhan said anxiously.

"Yes! Summon Rezan at once!" the councilors shouted in unison.

"If necessary, I will