Helios felt nothing.
He sat in the ruins of Typhon's castle, thoughts rushing through his mind as the news replayed itself over and over in his head.
"The Dragon King is dead."
***
It had come three days after he had taken Typhon's castle. He dispatched half of his men back to his realm while he stayed back with three of his commanders. Sol and Apollo had been sent back as well, the duo being the only two Helios fully trusted with his people. While the rest were more than capable, they hadn't seen war like those two had.
He was hunched over a table they had moved into Typhon's throne room. On it was a map of Garnedal, with figures positioned all around, representing every party involved in the war. They were mulling over their next course of action. Louis' Agartha was the target, but Helios had a feeling Averys might head over to him once he found out Helios was marching there.
