But then, it was none other than Rajah and Skarn who spoke up in unison. They were on the same wavelength, and what they would say shocked every single member present.
"We're only willing to entertain this pact if Grim Reaper of the Skies—or Devil as you call this creature—signs a separate non-aggression pact with us, the Beastman Confederation, lasting a millennia."
"… What?" Maelstrom asked, wholly confused. He wasn't alone.
At first glance, their demand seemed utter nonsense. I was just a level 30 guy who would get beaten to a pulp by the top tiers of the continent. But once one looked beyond the now… My features darkened. They were smart.