The king's words were final.
The moment the order was given, the king waved his hand, signalling that the meeting had ended.
He stood to his feet and walked majestically to his inner chambers.
Everyone was stumped for words.
Just like that, a race to the throne had started.
King Richard did not even consult with the elder Shaman. He had already made his decision on the subject.
Firstly, war was going to start on three ends and this war campaign was going to be led by two princes with qualifications for the throne of Vandora.
Victor stood to his feet. He looked at Chiron straight in the eyes.
His anger was apparent.
He could not believe that he had just been put in a competition with a boy that was barely eleven years old.
The moment the king left, Victor followed after him.
Without a doubt, he was planning on changing the king's mind.
However, Chiron was more sensitive to such matters than his uncle.
