"They've chosen their side," Kate muttered, her face tight with disgust. Her voice shook not with fear, but rage.
Aurelia clenched her fists. "The cowards were waiting for Drevon to survive… and now that he has, they've bent their knee."
King Magnar's voice rumbled low, like a thundercloud before the strike. "So they've all decided... to sell the continent to the Monarch."
"Don't look at me like that, Elarion. Magnar," Nova sneered, his tone laced with contempt as he floated above his surrounding forces, eyes narrowing at the furious leaders who now stood between Max and Drevon. "You chose the wrong side, not me. You clung to sentiment. To ideals. You're backing a child with raw talent over a king who already rules half the continent. I simply chose the path with a future."
