In a dark cave, eleven figures stood in a circle, an air of melancholy and sadness permeated the atmosphere.
Silence reigned supreme as each person let the latest news sink in.
Akranos, Surramir, Raaz, and the leader were dead, killed in battle.
"How is this possible?!" Golzan was furious. "Leader was a Grandmaster. How could a Master defeat him?!"
Jagamar faced him, wounds from the battle with Theron had healed. "So, we're lying?"
Golzan stared, before falling to his knees. "Damn!"
He smashed his fist into the ground.
"Damn!"
About to do it again, but Jagamar stops him.
"Stop. Are you trying to expose us?"
Golzan's arms bulged, but he didn't force it.
Instead he stared into Jagamar's eyes, holding him by the collar.
"Why didn't you help him?! If you did, he might still be here"
Jagamar didn't utter a word.
A vine slashed at Golzan's hand.
Dodging it, Golzan grinded his teeth. "Naberus"
"Why didn't you intervene in a battle of Grandmasters? Are you serious?"
