"Why would you say that?" Luis inquired, fixing his gaze on Cristian.
"It's a squander to discard our sole advantage. Your soldiers have families and, more importantly, they have faith in you. How can you casually decide their deaths?" Cristian countered.
"Are you suggesting I'm unfit for my position?" Mia shot to her feet, fangs bared as she growled at him.
"Mia, this is a council, not a brawl," Lambert intervened, his tone gentle.
"Scouts report over five thousand demon soldiers gathering beyond the ridge. But this isn't their only gathering. Yet, in total, we still hold the upper hand. These demons are of low bloodline; it shouldn't be difficult for my guild members to handle four each," Ragnar declared confidently and firmly.
"And then he dies," Cristian remarked, causing Kristina and Ember to stifle their laughter, though their amusement shone through their eyes.
"What do you mean, Mr. Cristian?" Luis inquired, tilting his head.