Darion remained in the war room, the blue light of the system screen reflecting in his dark eyes.
[Escort]
The word hovered there, glowing softly in the dim room. It was a good ability. A great ability, even. But as he stared at it, he knew he couldn't just treat it like a magic wand that solved all his problems. He had to think like a tactician.
He had to think deeply to make this work.
He needed Garren here. That was the bottom line. Vrethka was a conquered territory with a broken army, terrified civilians, and no leadership. Garren was the only man Darion trusted enough to put in charge of organizing this mess while Darion figured out the bigger picture.
But Darion couldn't simply abandon Vrethka and ride back to Percvale himself. He looked down at the maps spread across the table, his mind cataloging the endless list of tasks that still needed to be done.
