Red leaned back in his throne and let out a soft chuckle. He already knew the truth of the council's plotting, and he knew perfectly well that Gorak would say exactly this. It was that unyielding, stubborn pride that made the Troglodyte such a devastating force of nature.
If Gorak had simply accepted the insult lying down, Red would have been deeply disappointed in him.
Red tethered his voice back to the statue.
"AND WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE ME DO WITH THEM, GORAK?" the booming voice echoed, shaking the very foundations of the Bastion. "SHALL I PUNISH YOU ALL? SHALL I GROUND EVERY SINGLE ELDER IN THIS ROOM TO TEACH YOU DISCIPLINE? WHO WILL LEAD MY WAR MACHINE ACROSS THE OCEAN IF MY ENTIRE HIGH COMMAND IS SITTING IN TIMEOUT?"
Gorak swallowed hard, the terrifying logic of the Sovereign pressing down on him. He desperately wanted to cross the ocean and shatter the Fourth Continent's lines.
