Let the Snake Spirit Decide!

The night went silently as both Amara and her Father Long slept with wounds. Now the real question of 'who is going to control the weapon spirit' stood before Farus' family camp. 

The morning after the grueling battle dawned with a heavy silence over the Farus camp. 

Amara lay in the medical tent, pale and weak but conscious. Beside her, Patriarch Long sat propped up against a pile of cushions, his face lined with exhaustion. The strain of controlling the White Snake Spirit had taken its toll on both of them.

Usually, it shouldn't be so serious. But the arrival of that sorceress lady Maya changed the entire dynamics of the battle.

"Amara," Patriarch Long called, his voice hoarse, "you've done more than anyone could have asked. You should rest now. I already lost a son. I'm not ready to lose my daughter."