The Rebel Master was wearing black as always, his mask still steadfast around his face. He tapped his fingers on the table and said, “This is my time.”
Heali chipped in, “I believe I anticipate your thoughts. What shall it be, Rebel Master? Should we compel the army back to you? Or should we find a way to fix Darian first, now that he is isolated?”
The Rebel Master rose to his feet slowly and regally. For the first time since he was pushed into a corner, he had that noble appearance about him again.
The Rebel Master chuckled, “You know, I like you very much, Heali. We can always find ways to compel those who we wish to bow to us—find a way to break through and find loopholes. We will do that. But we must also nip this crisis in the bud. We must find and kill Darian.”
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Darian and No
