I turned slightly, my eyes landing on Gork. He had been under Jael's for a time, and if anyone understood the reasoning behind the setup, it would be him.
"Gork," I asked, voice low but firm, "was there a specific reason for the towers? Why build them with such urgency?"
He nodded without hesitation, like he'd been waiting for the question.
"Yes. For the King's Game."
The moment those words left his mouth, my spine straightened, and my ears perked up.
"The King's Game?" I repeated slowly.
He nodded. "Jael believed the first phase would involve defending against waves of monsters. A raid, most likely. The idea was that each participating clan would be attacked and tested—if your defenses failed and the clan got wiped out, that was it. Disqualified. Done."
My fingers tapped the armrest of the chair.
That sounded like something the system would do. Harsh, straightforward, and brutal.
"So he was fortifying everything in anticipation of that?" I asked.
