Elsewhere, as these events unfolded, word spread across Tempest City, murmurs rising like wildfire as the entire city buzzed with the shocking news.
Behind a rusty shop, an old man paced restlessly, stroking his beard repeatedly, before he finally snapped.
"He said what!?" His gaze shifted to the little girl beside him.
Hearing his words, the girl cleared her throat, a spirited look in her eyes, before she finally muttered what she had heard in the streets.
"The new lord of House Greyson has commanded every house and clan to open up their resources to him or face total annihilation."
As she muttered the last words, her gaze lifted into the sky as she trailed off.
"Woah… isn't he overbearing?"
"Overbearing my ass!" Alaric clicked, his lips twitching rapidly. He had known the brat was a little too greedy for his own good. But this was already past that. It couldn't even be called bold at this point.
