As Malakai walked out of the Grath'Mekhai's chambers, his emotions were more riled up than he would ever like to admit.
His reasoning earlier was completely accurate. The Gor'Mekhai were not his problem. They were people with their own free wills.
They chose their actions, and if it was their choice to fight even when their deaths were practically assured, then it was just how things were supposed to be.
But as he began walking away from the massive tree, he couldn't help but feel some sense of pull.
It wasn't the fountain he had just found out about. No. He felt something different. Something trying to pull him back to the chambers, something trying to urge him to have a different sort of conversation with the coven head. Something urging him to stop the meaningless deaths that were about to occur.
