The Hall of Heroes was filled with silence.
"You know, Thales, when Soria passed away..."
As he watched King Nuven, Thales tried to calm himself down.
"Anger, madness, hatred… compelled me to spread the wrath of the Walton Family and Dragon Clouds City." The old king stared blankly at Thales, as though he was staring through him at another world. "Compared to that, the benefit of conquering Constellation seemed less important."
Thales did not respond. In fact, any kind reply seemed inappropriate now.
King Nuven looked up at Mirk who appeared devastated.
"Mirk, why didn't you protect him? Why didn't you protect Soria?" The king's expression darkened. "You are a White Blade Guard. You should have been by his side, ensuring his safety."
Mirk lowered his head. The sadness on his face deepened.
