The words echoed through the Grand Hall.
The war has begun.
No one moved.
For several seconds, the only sound was the faint crackling of broken enchanted lamps.
Aria slowly stepped away from Kaelen.
Her legs were still weak, but she refused to show it.
“Tell me everything,” she said.
The royal messenger looked toward the High Chancellor.
“The eastern territories were attacked less than an hour ago. Three villages were destroyed. The guards stationed there were found unconscious.”
“Dead?” one of the Alphas asked.
The messenger shook his head.
“No. Alive, but unable to remember what happened.”
A murmur spread through the hall.
Aria's expression darkened.
“Were there any survivors who saw the attackers?”
“One.”
“Bring them here.”
The messenger hesitated.
“He's already here.”
