Meanwhile, Jolthar turned his back on Hamen and his loyal beasts; his silver hair caught the night light. He didn't wait to hear what Remin had to say.
Iorina clicked her tongue. In other situations, she would have sliced his head off, but now she couldn't recklessly.
It was because of the two figures beside Jolthar.
Raayani and Yoana were following him. They started walking with him as he turned.
General Remin and Commander Iorina stood apart from the others, their seasoned eyes following Jolthar's retreating form. They had witnessed wars, had battled creatures from beyond the veil, had served the Empire through drought and plenty—but never had they seen anything like what unfolded this day.
"What should we do about him?" Iorina asked, her voice low and tense. Her hand rested on the pommel of her blade, fingers drumming an anxious rhythm against the weathered leather.
