Vedon felt even more angry at himself rather than at Farrud and the other generals who rightly reminded him of the bitter truth he was struggling to accept, that the chances of his army winning the war against the other sects and clans particularly Wintera had unexpectedly become bleak ever since he lost his secret weapon he had hope in using to crush the Agekians to Azriel.
Filled with pride and magnanimity, Vedon turned away from his generals towards the waning sun.
"I know we are at a critical point which will decide if we really want to win this war or not. And even after gaining victory over our foes, it now seems meaningless because of what I lost to one of Zoa gods named Azriel…",
Vedon said without flinching even when he knew he was making a bold decision that would determine the entire fate of his army for the next four moons.
