Malik frowned.
"Explain."
The child leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.
"If that bastard you killed was the mastermind, then he was the one keeping the bandits in check, making sure they followed the plan. Without him, they won't wait. They'll attack the village blindly, in full force."
Malik's jaw tightened.
In all his rage, he seemed to have forgotten something so very obvious.
He should've expected this. With the leash cut, the rabid dogs were loose.
"We leave now... there's no hope in this fight."
Naser's child stood.
"And you? Your people are likely under attack."
Malik calmly nodded.
"I'll fight and die."
The child stood up and stepped closer to him.
"My name is Duban, old tongue for Wolves. And you?"
Malik reached out for a handshake.
"King... Malik."
Duban clasped his hand.
"May God be with you... and may peace be upon you."
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