A brooding silence descended before the words came back:
"THE LANGUAGE YOU SPEAK IS AN INFERIOR ONE."
"NO INFERIORS WILL ENTER THE GATE OF YORIMUNDA WITHOUT BEING BONDED IN CHAINS!"
The shout came heavier this time, and Declan's brows knitted.
At least they spoke English, and the same was true for the Giants.
Was that why they were taken? Because they were... inferiors?
But there was something deeper in the statement. In fact, they weren't statements at all; they were choices.
Two choices.
They were telling him that the only way he could enter was to allow himself to be captured and chained.
More importantly, dropping his weapon now would mean accepting the inferior status they had already assigned him.
On the other hand, he could turn back.
But that wasn't a choice for Declan.
That left just one option.
Without a word, he slowly raised his spear, and in the next moment:
VROOOOOOOOOOOM!
The air flapped fiercely as Declan flung the spear to the right.
