The lone light of a candle lit up the insides of Banjay's room.
'Things really got messy, didn't they?'
The whole ordeal of the last few hours was as overwhelming as it was strange.
Despite reuniting with the childhood friends whom he parted ways with in the worst way possible, they couldn't waste even a single moment catching up or trying to mend their past differences.
No.
Isera now had some sort of agenda related to one of the unexpected elements of the recent events. And Banjay still had to take responsibility for his grand, desperate plan that now turned into one hell of a display of incompetence.
And now that things finally calmed down a bit, the weight of all the sacrifices that he offered on the altar of defending the fortress, all the lives lost, all the veterans and even the wounded of the patriarch's army…
All of their lives now became a weight that pressed down on Banjay's shoulders.
