Owen's men had successfully survived one of the first battles of this new Dalki war. What's more everyone had worked together to protect their leader behind them. Now that the fighting had come to a complete end, each of them had a large smile on their weary faces.
Knowing how exhausted their leader must be after his fight against the four spiked Dalki, the men turned around intending to celebrate with Owen, only to see that one of their own was already standing in front of him.
'How did he reach the head that fast? Did Anderson hold back in the fight ?' One of the Graylash members wondered. Still, he wasn't worried. Anderson was one of their own, someone they had known for a number of years already. Belonging to one of the factions under the Graylash family. He had been with them through a lot and all of them would entrust their lives to him… However, his next actions proved that doing so would be a big mistake.
