The air was oppressive.
The Three CC, a general in charge of millions, a drunken madman, and a man considered one of the ten strongest on the continent. And in addition to them, a man who stood at the pinnacle of the Ferran Church, second only to the Voice of the Iron Father, along with the head of the Blade of the Ferran Church.
Currently gathered in one place were these extreme and exalted figures. If not for his strength, Rathen doubted he would have even been able to breathe properly, much less remain hovering in the air.
'This…'
Rathen was frightened. In his mind, he could already picture the endless carnage, death, and destruction that could follow. Kastor was a no-nonsense man, Garrick even more so, while Garaxe was known to be utterly brutal when the situation called for it. The three brothers were not men known for patience.
Then there was the head of House Sarakhel.
