Zephyra's eyes blazed with fury as she turned toward her warrior generals. Her voice was cold, commanding, and absolute.
"Prepare our troops. We march toward Armand."
The warriors pounded their fists against their chests, bowing deeply in affirmation.
Zephyra's tone darkened.
"If the human king tries to cover for them—then a full-scale war it is."
The tension in the room thickened. Amazarak warriors were born for battle, and now they had a cause. The air crackled with bloodlust.
But then—
A new voice spoke, calm and measured. It belonged to a human who had remained silent until now. This man and his faction had no ties to the so-called 'hero.'
"Your Majesty… I understand your anger. However, there is a problem."
Zephyra's gaze snapped toward him, sharp and expectant.
The man continued, his words slow and deliberate.
"Garius is also on good terms with the Beastkin Kingdom and the Elven Kingdom."
