"We must put this fool in his place!"
"The major factions are not to be trifled with!"
"Where is my successor?"
The Archdukes began calling for their heirs and champions, scanning the map and calculating distances to Atticus's location.
Each of them intended to make an example of him.
Meanwhile, several disdainful glances continued to drift toward Rhexan.
But this time, he offered no reaction.
Not after the disgraceful spectacle of his son divulging confidential Redflame secrets before dying.
'That worthless fool.'
Rhexan gritted his teeth. He did not even mourn the boy's death.
What gnawed at him was the humiliation.
After such cowardice, how could he ever lift his head before his peers again?
This was disgrace in its purest form.
…
"Is she alive?"
Atticus approached Zair, who was brushing dirt from his sister's clothes.
"…Yes."
Zair gave a small nod, his eyes never leaving Atticus.
'He's still cautious.'
It was understandable.
