"Please, don't do anything irrational, your Majesty." In a barely observable room of the Royal Castle of Asphade, General Rhaegor sat amidst the chaos left behind by King Aythore's earlier outburst as he whispered to the silent room.
The room current condition was a result of the king's frustration—a broken table lay tilted against the wall, shattered glass glinted in the light of flickering torches, and scattered food and overturned chairs added to the disarray.
Rhaegor's leg bounced incessantly, his anxiety betraying his normally stoic demeanor. His mind replayed the intense discussion with the king.
Ryedale, a distant city in the Western continent, had suffered an attack eerily similar to the one that devastated Eldham. A letter had reached Asphade, explaining that these demons were hitting weak spots first.
The king had not taken the news well.