"…wanna make a bet?"
Frowns spread across the faces of the city lords.
"A bet?" Ociden scoffed. "Well, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Only a drunk would come up with something this stupid."
"Hmm." Garrick scratched his cheek lazily. "Funny. Could've sworn you all sounded pretty damn confident your descendants would win. So what's the risk?"
Ociden frowned faintly.
"Or maybe…" Garrick's grin slowly widened as he tilted his head. "You lot never actually thought your descendants stood a chance. Just barking loud to save face, huh?"
The eyes of the city lords narrowed instantly.
"…watch your mouth, Garrick."
It was Ociden who spoke, yet a subtle pressure leaked from every city lord present. However, Garrick merely grinned savagely, meeting each of their gazes without the slightest hint of backing down.
"Or what?"
The pressure surged instantly, causing the entire chamber to tremble violently.
