Diyael was able to quickly gather all the centaurs in the village.
And once they came face to face to me, they all kneeled down, recognizing me as their lord.
THUD!
The sound of their heavy hooves settling against the hard floor echoed through the broad chamber before complete silence took over. Looking down at the tall, proud warriors bowed before my platform, I focused my senses to read their lingering mana and body language.
I can't sense any negative emotion towards them. It seems like after travelling with us and living among us for a while, they came to adjust.
When they first arrived alongside Diyael, they had carried a subtle, cautious edge—the natural vigilance of soldiers treading on unfamiliar ground. But after watching us rebuild, eating the same rations, and seeing how my people operated with mutual respect, that cold distance had completely dissolved.
They realized that I wasn't going to treat them as prisoners or slaves.
"Ease up."
