Balor, another Giant King, had guards who were all Alpha-level.
Two were killed in a siege battle, and two more rebelled when Orion threatened Starveil City, ultimately falling to Orion's hand. Whether they lived or died, all four of those guards showed unyielding resolve.
"The day after tomorrow, the dragons will open the Dragon Nest. I've reserved four spots for you—make the most of them."
Having said that, Orion finished feeding his Frost Wolves and stepped into the palace hall. Inside, Rendall, Drakthul, Dirtclaw, Grulbane, and the others were already waiting.
"Lord Orion!"
"My lord!"
"…"
Orion nodded. Sitting at the head of the hall, he gestured for everyone to take their seats.
"First, let me assign some tasks. Elder Grulbane, you and Sylvana will continue handling negotiations."
"Even though I've already signed the Five-Race Alliance contract, there are still details that need further discussion."
Grulbane nodded in acknowledgment and accepted this task.
