Chapter 358: The Beginning of Chaos
A wineglass arced through the air, catching the torchlight as it spun—then shattered against the soldier’s forehead with a sharp crack. Crimson streaked down his temple as slivers of glass scattered at his feet. He stood rigid, unmoving, not daring to flinch under his king’s wrath.
Reuben’s voice tore through the chamber, raw and manic. "What did you just say? How could they escape? Were there not guards posted everywhere? I entrusted the transfer to Luki precisely because they were former generals and he is a former bandit leader!" His breath came in ragged bursts as he staggered forward, rage distorting his face.
The wounded soldier answered through gritted teeth, his posture still stiff with discipline. "Your Highness, they were... rescued. We believe it was General Odin’s children—with aid from the banished prince, Prince Alaric."
Reuben snarled. In a flash, he kicked the leg of the nearby table, sending it rocking violently. A teacup trembled on the surface, rattling like a warning bell.
"Alaric! Damn him!" He shouted in frustration. "So what now?" he growled, his voice edged with madness.
"Luki and his men pursued them. He... he should return with good news soon," the bloodied soldier replied, barely lifting his eyes.
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Meanwhile, deep within the royal palace of Zura...
Golden light flickered from chandeliers as General Turik lounged in the king’s private chamber, a half-empty wineglass twirling between his fingers. With a flourish, he downed the rest in one gulp and grinned wickedly.