"The man we captured, he…he's escaped," kneeling to his king the messenger's eyes shut tight. He knew what his fate would be and yet he was hoping for a miracle. But as his eyes lifted to match the smoldering expression on Gara, huffing and puffing in rage, he knew his death was inevitable.
"Both the dark elves and Arachne's have been defeated by this phantom group, and the horror we were using to spy on them has been responding since last night–" Before his words came to an end, Gara raised his iron club and smashed the messenger's head into the ground.
Leaving his body to bleed on his council floor, he scrunched his nose and squinted his eyes. His mood was foul, and it was no secret to no one, even the slave girls standing beside him knew to keep their distance. But even still, there was one man brave enough to break the silence.
