"He does not come here, Chieftain. He said… he's waiting for a command. From someone."
Gumarak furrowed his brow. "Waiting for a command?"
"Yes… He didn't elaborate. Only said he was awaiting orders."
Gumarak's heart sank slightly. He had a feeling—a dangerous, undeniable feeling.
"This… Lord Javier… Did he mention who he is? His family, perhaps?"
The commander nodded slowly. "He… he mentioned the Armand family."
The name echoed like a thunderclap in Gumarak's ears.
Armand.
His breath hitched. The mighty chieftain of the Dwarven Kingdom, fell to his knees.
Tears welled in his eyes. Not from fear. Not from shame. But from a flood of pent-up guilt and the overwhelming realization of what was unfolding.
So… Garius received the news... One of the messengers made it. I didn't think it possible—between the Halflings and the Human Kingdom cutting off every path.
He swallowed hard.
And now... it's too late to run. Garius will not be merciful. He won't say much. He'll just watch.
