ASTHIA DARCK'S POV:
"Your Highness, the Dwarven armies are on the move."
My attention was wrenched from my thoughts as I looked at the scout who had delivered the message in the eyes. This was no joke of any kind. I could see the worry spread across the Dragon's face as he realized what this meant for the survival of his people.
"W-We've also received news from Eloria," he continued, his lips shaking slightly. The atmosphere darkened as the messenger refused to continue his sentence, and it seemed like the only thing that would pull the information out of him was a direct question.
"What happened?"
"The human armies have been pushed back to the capital. They believe that Eloria will fall in the next few weeks if they do not receive support."
What?
