Meanwhile…
In the human temporary camp at one of the dwarven cities that had been captured and conquered by King Edmund's troops.
King Edmund sat silently, his sharp eyes fixed on the map spread out before him. His tent was dimly lit, and the only sound was a low, sinister whisper echoing in his mind.
"Just one last capital, and we get Gumarak!! Edmund, what are you waiting for!?" the voice of the Celestial inside him hissed, filled with manic hunger. "Devour his Celestial — become the fourth! Claim more power!"
A slow smirk crept across Edmund's face. His fingers tapped lightly on the wooden armrest of his chair, deep in thought.
"I can't deny it... I want that power. I want Gumarak's Celestial," Edmund murmured quietly. "But what about Gurdan? From what my scouts have reported… he's now holding two Celestials."
The whisper in his mind snarled in frustration. "Then destroy him! Gurdan's nothing without an army that can fly!"
