As they traveled through the lofty, mist-enshrouded clouds, Tucker engaged in a deep conversation with an elderly man named Leikozi.
"Your Excellency Tanilu, you are absolutely right," Leikozi began, his voice rich with disdain. "It is truly reprehensible how the black witches and the corrupt deities have aligned themselves with the malevolent gods."
"I fervently wish the celestial beings would eradicate them swiftly," he continued, clutching at his chest, where waves of sharp pain pulsed visibly. The grimace of agony twisted his features as he spoke with profound hatred.
"The collective might of the Black Witch Shenting and their dark allies is formidable," Tucker acknowledged, his gaze distant.
"The ensuing battle," he added, "is bound to be drawn out. Victory won't come swiftly or easily."
"Indeed," Leikozi agreed, nodding solemnly.