The night had fully settled over Centrical City’s castle, the sky a canvas of deep indigo, with the moon as its lone sentinel. A cold breeze swept through the dimly lit corridors, where only the flickering candlelight provided any semblance of warmth.
Schlanger and Arlod strode through the shadowed hallway, their expressions heavy with contemplation.
Arlod spoke first, his voice hushed yet firm. “So, what’s it to be, Schlanger? Are you truly going to commit your forces to the counteroffensive against Neiter?”
Schlanger exhaled through his nose, his brow furrowed. “If it weren’t for the damned agreement we reached this morning, I wouldn’t waste my men’s lives to prop up that arrogant bastard, Hedorven.”
Arlod nodded grimly. He understood Schlanger’s reluctance. Deploying his forces to t
