"My lord, proposes a truce!" The Dullahan screamed at the top of his voice. The knight Commander below raised his hand to pause their charge, then glanced up at the castle, waiting for further instruction.
Now that the battle had turned into a diplomatic affair, he had no right to make decisions of his own accord.
He could not see them, but he knew that they could see him. The glass surrounding the room was no ordinary glass after all.
"A truce? What sort of game is that mad man playing?" Dynasty hissed as he stared at the Dullahan.
Truces were made when both sides were on equal footing, or if they both had something too valuable to lose.
The second apostle had an army that more than doubled theirs, he was also far stronger than the oracles. Why would someone like him want a truce?
Eliron stared at the Dullahan for a while. There was no way Sataen wanted a truce, at least it would not be a normal truce. He was playing a game, and Eliron did not like the look of things.
