Ned stood quietly before the Cave Dweller King.
"King, surrender!"
"You are no match for them!"
"They have powerful, unimaginable weapons in their hands. From far away, they can easily pierce the bone armor of the warriors we take such pride in!"
"King, do you see? Even that monster, so powerful, has submitted at their feet."
"They are not even afraid of the monsters in the ocean."
"This kind of power is probably even greater than our god's!"
"King, stop. Don't let our clansmen make meaningless sacrifices anymore."
The few wise Cave Dwellers standing beside Ned did their utmost to persuade their king to surrender.
Of course.
Rather than saying they were coaxing their king into surrendering, it would be more accurate to say they were trying their hardest to display their own loyalty.
As if by doing so, they could curry favor with this powerful, mysterious existence.
But among these wise Cave Dwellers, there were indeed some who truly hoped to preserve their clansmen, and that was why they chose to urge the king not to resist any longer.
Facing that ceaseless chorus of surrender, the Cave Dweller King remained silent.
In those calm eyes, only a trace of mockery and coldness slowly emerged.
"Silence."
"A pack of traitors who have betrayed god. I do not wish to hear another word from you."
The king raised his hand.
Inside the cavern, those few mightiest offspring of the king—the enormous Cave Dwellers already riddled with arrows and on their last breaths—roared once more.
The Cave Dwellers fell mute.
Their expressions sank. Disappointed by the king's choice, they knew that saying more would no longer have any meaning.
And so they no longer looked toward their king, and kept silent.
At this moment, Ned also sensed an air about the other