The Skyrite Mountains. In the ground beneath the palace where Forhan lived. A dark, lightless underground hall.
The hall was chilly and forbidding. Currently, the only person within it was Forhan. Forhan was seated upon the throne in the hall, slouched over it like a beast in ambush, his eyes flashing with dim light, thinking thoughts only he knew.
“Inform the forces of the eight great clans?” Although Forhan did want Linley dead and to have the eight great clans do it, it was nothing more than a thought. As he seriously considered it, however…he began to hesitate.
This was because the only way to let the forces of the eight great clans know was to inform them.
