Chapter 362
Zephyr studied him, his silence more intimidating than any words. Finally, he spoke, his voice like ice. "And what amends could possibly satisfy Terra’s wrath? What could prevent him from flattening this city with a mountain?"
Nwadiebube’s mind raced. This was the moment he had dreaded and prepared for in equal measure. "I will offer reparations to Terra’s clan," he said firmly. "Gold, resources—whatever it takes to show that my kingdom takes full accountability. And more than that, I will make it clear to all who seek refuge here that their actions must not endanger the balance of power on this continent."
Zephyr raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Gold and resources? Do you think Terra as an apeling cares about trinkets and trade goods? Have our limited contact with your people made you forget about us to think treasures and what not will look enticing to us. Terra is not a man who values wealth, Boy. He values respect. And right now, you have very little of it."
"I will go further," Nwadiebube said, his voice hardening. "If Terra will accept it, I will send my finest builders and magi to aid his clan in repairing the damage caused by the priest. They will work under his command, for as long as he deems necessary. It won’t undo the past, but it will show my kingdom’s commitment to righting this wrong."
Zephyr looked at Nwadiebube like he was stupid "You think after all this, that I or my brother will let humans or your people step foot into our home and territory? Need i remind you kid that you’re not dealing with your fellow human so be careful with the words and offer that comes out of your mouth"
Nwadiebube’s jaw tightened, but he kept his expression calm, even as Zephyr’s words bit into him. The reminder of the vast gap between their worlds—the apelings’ pride, their power, their disdain for human ways—was one he could not afford to forget.
"My apologies," Nwadiebube said, his voice steady though he felt the heat rising in his chest. "I misspoke. My intention wasn’t to insult your brother or your people. My goal is to find a path forward that doesn’t escalate this further."
Zephyr folded his arms, his piercing gaze unwavering. "Then speak plainly, boy. If you’re hoping to salvage what little goodwill remains, tread carefully. My patience is not infinite."
Nwadiebube took a deep breath, choosing his words carefully this time. "I understand that my actions—or lack of foresight—have led us here. I will not insult Terra, or you, with half-measures or empty promises. If there is a way to prove my respect and commitment without crossing boundaries, I am willing to hear it."