The smell of fresh blood hung in the shipyard warehouse. General Boros slumped lifelessly against his iron chains as Iron-Scale wiped his star-iron dagger clean. Apostle Lucian gripped his unsheathed broadsword tightly.
His face flushed with righteous fury over the cold-blooded execution of a surrendered officer. A few feet away, Jason and Chloe huddled together in absolute terror. The brutal reality of mortal warfare completely shattered their lingering hopes of a peaceful rescue.
Lucian took a heavy step forward to confront the Kobold commander. A crushing, metallic pressure suddenly flooded his mind and forced him to a sudden halt.
[ Sheathe your blade, my Apostle. ] The Iron Arbiter's booming voice resonated directly through Lucian's soul. [ Yield your pride and maintain this alliance. ]
