The delegation's visit, the Bull Clan's unexpected turn

Morningstar City was even livelier than Kha'Zix had expected.

When their delegation arrived, the Centaurs were assembled in orderly ranks on the grass outside the city to welcome them. The ceremony was so impeccably formal that even the royal family of the Saga Kingdom could not have found fault with it. Yet something else stunned Kha'Zix.

Outside the city, he actually spotted a merchant caravan flying Faoken's flag.

The caravan's members were an extraordinary mix of races. Apart from a handful of humans who looked like managers, most of its members were actually Beastfolk. Lizardfolk from the Black Marsh Clan, dressed in guards' uniforms, basked in the sun in a corner, while Goblins from the Darkmoon Clan moved goods. Members of the Morning Star Clan were dividing the proceeds with a human manager, their faces full of ingratiating smiles. Most unbelievable of all, Kha'Zix even spotted Lionfolk from the Fang Clan among the caravan.

And these Lionfolk, whom he had always known to be exceptionally arrogant, were now playing cards with the Black Marsh Clan's Lizardfolk, their former sworn enemies. Where was the bearing of the former overlords of the Saga Kingdom's east? Humans, Lizardfolk, Centaurs, Goblins, Lionfolk.

Five races that had once kept their distance from one another, some even bound by blood feuds, were now standing shoulder to shoulder beneath the same sky. And the atmosphere was remarkably harmonious. Am I sure I'm not dreaming?

At the sight of this utterly surreal scene, the tail hidden beneath Kha'Zix's cloak gave an involuntary lash.

But he soon suppressed his emotions and turned his gaze toward the Morning Star Clan's honor guard ahead.

He knew that both the caravan representing Faoken and the Morning Star Clan's welcoming ceremony today served the same purpose.

All of it was nothing more than