The battlefield had fallen into silence, thick with ash and the lingering scent of blood. The Exiled Legions stood among the ruins, the weight of betrayal and revelation heavy on their shoulders. Korrin's final words echoed through their minds, leaving them hollow and uncertain.
Nick broke the silence first, the frustration in his voice sharp as a blade. "I can't believe Korrin's still breathing, let alone working for Daemon. I thought we buried that snake."
Archer scoffed, arms crossed tightly. "He always had the spine of a coward. Betrayal was in his blood from the beginning."
Cain remained silent, arms folded across his chest. His gaze was sharp and calculating, weighing their next move like a tactician piecing together the last moments of a crumbling war. "No, this isn't just betrayal. This is Daemon's influence. He's using Korrin for something bigger, and we're not seeing the whole picture yet."