In the citadel,
Bang!
Crash!
Bang!
Kritz stood still, unsure if it would be a good choice to knock on the door. His knuckles suspended a few inches from going through with the plan.
It had been two days after he had recovered from the duel he had with his lord.
During those times, Hisha had managed to restore order and stability in Kurg, but the sting of the unprecedented attack had left all alert to such a coordinated attack on a grand scale repeating itself.
The tribal chiefs had been immersed in the reconstruction and rehabilitation of those who had been affected by the attack.
There was total mourning all across the land at the loss of a family member, a guardian, or a friend.
It had been the scheduled day that Hisha had fixed to visit the Island of Asrinth.
A part of Kritz was about to call it quits as he views his presence as a mistake if it would be a form of disturbance to Hisha as he was in a fit of rage.
