Six months had passed. Maximilian's once-confident demeanor had begun to crumble. Despite the passage of time, there was no news of the rebels making any aggressive moves.
"Is that damn dragonslayer still holed up in his territory?" Maximilian demanded.
"Yes, Your Highness. He hasn't moved an inch, nor has he raised any additional forces," came the hesitant reply.
"Ugh."
Maximilian furrowed his brow in frustration. He couldn't comprehend Sylas's strategy.
"What is he thinking? After boldly declaring rebellion, why hasn't he made any moves?"
Rebel forces typically aimed to quickly replace the ruler and establish control, as prolonged conflict only bred discontent among their supporters. Yet Sylas did the opposite, showing no intention of leaving his lands.
"Is he preparing some kind of secret weapon? Or is he avoiding resentment from the lords along his path? Damn it, I can't figure it out."