Derek stumbled back as the mental grip finally let go. He gasped for breath, his heavy plate armor suddenly feeling twice as heavy. Beside him, Regina immediately placed a hand on his shoulder, her silver battle-robes glowing faintly as she channeled healing magic to steady him.
The other eighteen Heralds backed away quickly. Even Julian and Julia Vance remained completely silent. They finally understood the massive power disparity in the room.
Soros stepped out from behind Voranthar. He raised his hands to draw the attention of the foreign rulers.
"Infighting will only guarantee mutual destruction," Soros stated. He walked to the center of the war table and unrolled a massive parchment blueprint. "Tarnstead summoned you to coordinate a decapitation strike."
Emperor Kronos leaned forward. His star-iron armor scraped against the wooden table. "You cannot even hold your own borders, Soros. How do you plan to decapitate an army of a million soldiers?"
