Despite Garrick's boisterous laughter, the air somehow became even more oppressive.
"Damn… this kid. I fucking love this kid so much." He slapped the armrest of his seat, turning towards Severin with a wide grin. "Oi, Severin, you must feel like absolute shit right now, huh? All that cheating, all that scheming, all that fucking 'Sarakhel ingenuity'—and your boy still got his ass handed to him! Ha! Ingenuity my ass! The little bastard was a scam from the start!"
Kastor, too, had a look of pure pride plastered across his face, sitting noticeably straighter than before. He made no attempt to hide the satisfaction on his face. If only he cared for such things, perhaps he might have thrown a few jabs of his own.
Meanwhile, King Cassian and Torvak had both fallen into deep contemplation, their expressions dark. Meanwhile, High general Rathen was shocked beyond words.
