They were still in the same chamber, Aurdis exhaled slowly, her hands clasped in front of her as if she were trying to hold herself together.
Meanwhile, Saeldir stood with his gaze fixed on the walls, his silver brows knitted in deep thought. He just came back here after doing something outside.
Finally, Aurdis spoke. "If what Erend says is true, then we can't wait for this enemy to come to us or for him to do everything by himself. We need to prepare for battle again. I think this battle would be worse than what Laston brought."
Saeldir nodded grimly, let out a sigh, and said. "Indeed. This time, the enemy can manipulate Dragonborns themselves. That means none of our traditional power will matter. Even the strongest among us could fall if we are not careful."
"Then what do we do? You've seen the progress with the prosthetics for now. Father has united the court of this Palace and the Forest Elf, and the soldiers. But is that enough?" Aurdis said, her voice taut with worry.
