The revelation sent shockwaves through the group. The figures standing behind Avargan were not just random individuals; they were strategically placed individuals within the kingdoms, each playing a role in the grand design orchestrated by the puppet master and his son, Elyndor.
Reign's mind raced as he assessed the situation. "Traitors from both kingdoms," he muttered under his breath, realizing the extent of the conspiracy. "Avargan has embedded his agents deep within the political and military structures of Irason and Elais."
"All of them … all of them are your children, but how, how is that even possible?!" Aragos shouted in disbelief as he stared at the siblings he never knew he had.
There were about 30 of them.
Twenty children, all Avargan's children, something that should not be possible.
Avargan was, after all, an elf, just like all of the people from both the Irason and Elais kingdoms. Their fertility was low, very low.
