"Are you talking about that man? Darvion—the Cursed Behemoth, master of curses and spells?!" Hedrick's rough voice rose bit by bit, the edge of panic showing through. His hands clenched at his sides, and his breathing grew quick.
"There is no doubt, The one and only." Theo answered, calm but firm. "Their banners are carefully stored in locked vaults inside the ships, but those flags are surely the banner of the Cursed Behemoth Darvion. We also checked the soldiers—every one of them is a warrior from that galaxy. Their training, their marks, even the way they move—everything points to Darvion's forces."
"The banners are kept in vaults inside the ships?!" Hedrick muttered, astonished, running a hand through his hair. "How in the world did you get in?" He struck the map table with his palm so hard the sound jumped. "You know what? I don't want to know how!" He ground his teeth. "Damn it…"
