"Excuse me for my impudence, my lord. But there is news of the utmost importance!"
"Calm down, Thierry. Tell me everything."
"Sir, Ruvim has been attacked!"
"What do you mean?"
Daren furrowed his brows, waiting for Thierry's explanation.
"Just five minutes ago, I was alerted that the sects have attacked the city."
"There is no time to lose."
Daren approached Count Bostel.
"Please excuse me, Count, but my territory is facing an emergency."
Daren signaled Melissa and left. He didn't bother getting into his carriage and quickly mounted his horse.
"Let's go," he declared as his horse sped off, leaving a trail of dust in its wake.
Daren raced at full speed, his expression grim. He knew the fate of Fidem. He couldn't bear if his domain was destroyed by these sectarians.
As dawn began to break, Daren and his troops were still on their way, with just over an hour left before reaching Ruvim.
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