The air is filled with tension as Liam aimed Talonstrike at Victor and Irys, positioning her greatsword threateningly close to Isolya's neck. Liam's voice was steady but insistent, "Alright, we'll honor the agreement, but first, answer me: How many of your forces remain?"
Victor, swallowing hard, managed, "Three more platoons are stationed nearby."
Liam's brow furrowed as he silently calculated. "With the troops they brought here, and if our intelligence hasn't failed us, we're looking at roughly 3,000 soldiers. left."
He then inquired, "Why were you sent ahead?"
Victor's eyes darted with a touch of resentment. "We were dispatched for reconnaissance."
Raising an eyebrow, Liam pressed on, "Sending nearly half your army just for scouting? That's unusual. Tell me about the other Ascended. Do you have knowledge of their capabilities?"
