The words hung in the air like a death sentence.
Evelyne's breath caught in her throat. The humans attacked? Her mind reeled, struggling to process the messenger's announcement. This wasn't supposed to happen. The pact was supposed to prevent war.
Azrael's expression darkened, his golden eyes narrowing. "Explain."
The messenger, still breathless, bowed quickly. "A battalion of Solmere knights crossed into the Underworld's borderlands. They torched villages and slaughtered our people before vanishing into the night."
A cold silence gripped the chamber.
Evelyne's hands clenched into fists. "That doesn't make sense," she said, her voice sharp. "My father agreed to the pact. He wouldn't break it."
Sareth chuckled, leaning back in his seat. "Wouldn't he?"
She shot him a glare, but doubt flickered in her mind. She wanted to believe King Aldric was an honorable man, but what if she had been wrong?