After a few weeks, there was still no word from the Supreme General and one day we got an official message from the king.
Making sure that we looked like heroes we gathered our gear and headed to castle, after breakfast. I noticed the familiar scar that ran all the way through the castle's wall as we approached, a sinking feeling in my stomach.
My left eye was still not fully healed and it remained shut as we walked through the front gate, guards bowing to us.
The mood remained somber, we all knew we were likely being called to talk about the Supreme General and it did not seem like good news.
The interior of the castle was dark as we entered the building and only a single servant led us to the throne room. Inside the throne room there was barely any light, but my right eye could see in the dead of night and everything was clear to me.
