The air in Kaedus's castle was unusually heavy, as though the very stones sensed the tension brewing. Kade sat slumped in his throne in the war chamber, staring at the reports stacked before him. Maps sprawled across the table, dotted with markers tracking Verath's movements — or rather, his lack of them. The necromancer had gone disturbingly quiet since their recent victories.
"Silence might be worse than an outright attack,"
Kade thought, tapping his fingers nervously against the table.
'My lord,'
Vask's smooth voice cut through his thoughts.
'You seem troubled.'
Kade straightened up slightly, masking his unease with a weak smile.
'Troubled? Me? No, just, you know... processing. Thinking big, strategic thoughts.'
Vask raised an eyebrow but didn't press. Instead, he placed another report on the table.
