Branze and Aron finally began to have the chance to talk to their father and discuss the many pressing matters.
The three moved to the far end of the city, and they had their men guard the paths to inform them if anyone was approaching. And there, the three began to talk freely of things that had transpired.
"So... the reason I got attacked was because of your carelessness, Branze?" Mezal glared. The pain of going through the attack of a god still lingered.
"Father. We were also attacked! You are not the only one who nearly died!"
"Yes. And if it weren't for my quick thinking, that god would have killed us for real! That god was angry when I met him that he choked me and shook me! Do you know how that feels?!"
Branze looked down in shame.
"Anyway, what happened? Why was there a strange force that blocked our message talisman? And where is my grandson? You said he was here in your last message."
