And that is the difference between a general and a marshal.
"Zinov." His voice is low, serious. "Do you think that monster came from another continent?"
Zinov's gaze flickers slightly, considering the possibility. He exhales through his nose, arms crossing over his broad chest. "It might have," he admits. "But it would be rare."
Zinov nods. "Yes. The stronger monsters—those that roam the great continents beyond ours—they have no reason to come here. This land holds nothing of value to them. No great treasures, no ancient artifacts, no resources worth fighting for." His eyes darken slightly. "For one to appear now… it's strange."
Rewalt's jaw tightens. He doesn't like unanswered questions. And right now, there are too many.
"Keep an eye on this, Zinov," he orders. "I want to know exactly what we're dealing with."
Zinov inclines his head. "As you command, Your Majesty."
The conversation ends, but the unease lingers.
