"We've got quite the expansive territory," Dominic Lowe remarked, a touch of bitterness in his smile. "But once the aboriginals decide to make their move, I fear the Northern King alone won't cut it."
"When that bronze door swings wide, we'll have to show our strength," Heather Sage added, her voice soft.
Dominic fell silent, the weight of their conversation settling over them.
It was clear Heather and Braydon Neal shared a bond deeper than mere friendship; they were family, with a shared understanding of the necessity of strength and dominance.
As they spoke of killing and asserting dominance, Dominic hesitated before continuing, "The Martial Emperor's plan to open up the battlefield in the ruins... It'll spill onto our lands, causing casualties."
"So, the Martial Emperor wants Braydon to lead in conquering the ruins?" Heather's brow furrowed in understanding.
Dominic nodded, acknowledging the challenge ahead.
