The battle had begun, and according to reports from the gates, the rogues forced their way in, and had begun killing any silver soldiers standing in their way.
“There’s no way we’ll outnumber them, is there, Renard?” Damian sighed frustratedly.
“Unfortunately, no sire. I warned about sending majority of our troops out, now the stone we could have relied on for protection is gone as well.”
“Arrghhhh!!!” He cursed, picking an antique vase from the stool and smashing it on the ground.
“It won’t take long before they break into the court to finish what they started. I don’t think we can ever recover from this, sire.”
Renard’s words weren’t helping, and Damian had never been in this position before. In all his years of ruling, he’d never been placed in such a difficult state, his mind
