Kaelith stood near the entrance with her son at her side, a line of soldiers in formation behind her.
She couldn't predict how Argon would respond after hearing about the incident, which was why she needed to be prepared.
Even if she knew that, should Argon choose the wrong path, it would be nearly impossible to protect the townspeople, Kaelith had already made her decision—she would handle things herself, as long as her son remained out of danger.
His time would come. One day, he would carry the mantle. But for now, his role was to watch, observe, and learn.
The envoy of the Emberclad family soon came into view.
It wasn't a large group. Guarded by only four soldiers, Argon walked at the front with a stern gaze fixed ahead.
Hades studied the man closely—the most ancient entity of this world. A being who had lived through the great war, one respected by every Dragon King.
