The revelation sent shockwaves through the tent. The man who had fought alongside them, the mysterious masked figure, was none other than General Conrad, the very leader of the imperial forces they had just defeated. Gasps and murmurs filled the confined space as the rebels struggled to comprehend the unexpected turn of events.
The two heads of Conrad and Obolev were inside the tent, and as Conrad had shown himself, the head that they had put on the spear suddenly started changing. It started melting, and in mere seconds, it was completely gone, becoming nothing else but a puddle of clay and mud on the ground.
Leona, her eyes narrowed in suspicion as she clenched the handle of her sword, demanded an explanation. "Conrad, why did you help us? What game are you playing?"
"No games, I just went with the better option for my future, as well as my family's," Conrad said with a wry smile as he pointed at the chairs, inviting them all to sit down.
