War realm [9]

The fire had burned down to soft embers.

The cold air of the War Realm crept into the ravine, brushing across rock, steel, and bone. A silence hung between the trio; not tense, but heavy. Weighted with unspoken truths and shared survival.

Clinton had returned from his expedition to the territory of the Dreadjaw Tribe alive, and he revealed everything to them.

That was what caused this tense silence between them after the initial argument. But there was something else in the tension, a truth hidden behind layers of blood and race.

Clinton broke the silence.

“We need to talk”.

Vaelin didn’t move. Garrick looked up from the blade he was tending but said nothing.

Clinton’s voice was quiet. “I’ve been patient. I didn’t ask questions when I should’ve. But now, I want to know”. He looked at them. “Why are you two after me? Why me? You didn’t just stumble onto my trail. You were tracking me. From the Monster Domain”.

The die was cast.