A hush fell over the entire field once the sage flew away, as no one knew what to do, or how to respond. Nero, too, was caught up in his own thoughts. All their planning and preparation had gone down the drain?
What great families? What army politics? It had all been thrown down the drain by the onset of war.
But there was something about the whole situation that he didn't understand. Was it really necessary to continue using him as a prop?
Whatever the reason, he wouldn't figure out the answer here. Someone else came to the mic and began organising the crowd, allowing them to leave in an orderly fashion. Based on how no one was prepared, Nero could guess that maybe no one knew exactly what was going to happen today.
Nero didn't particularly care about not getting his commendation, as he kept wondering about what his immediate future would hold.
"Kid, take care of yourself," Idris said somberly before they split.
