But they could no longer stand by as Arkanos brought their home to ruin.
Although it seemed he was changing now, it couldn't truly erase the effects of his past actions. The damage was done, and the growing dissatisfaction among the displaced generals and their loyal followers signaled that a reckoning was inevitable.
For a moment, there was only silence. The faint sounds of the barracks' activity seemed to fade into the background as Seraphine processed his words. Her sharp gaze fixed on him. "And where, pray tell, did you hear this from?"
Darian raised an eyebrow, folding his arms across his chest in a casual manner, though there was a touch of unease in his movements. "Because I was offered a seat at their little table... A knight approached me." he said with a faint smirk, though it wasn't with his usual confidence.