The Yunjaar Plain Carnage had fundamentally rewritten the geopolitics of the continent. With their absolute best military units and elite parties completely wiped out in a single slaughter, the kingdom's defenses had been laid entirely bare. It was a feast of vulnerability—a dinner served to their enemies, where the invaders only needed to bring their own forks.
"You became too angsty," Seravine said, her voice smooth and damning. "The loss of our forces made you greedy. So you slipped, thinking the failing authority of the King could no longer punish you."
"I slipped?" Eddran's eyebrows furrowed violently, his hollow eyes suddenly sharpening with a manic, defensive fire. "No... no, that's wrong! I didn't slip! My strategy was flawless! The logistics, the timing, the political pressure—everything went perfectly!"
He violently threw his head to the side, his venomous glare locking onto the man leaning casually in the corner.
