Arthur's voice cut through the silence, cold and sharp:"What use are you to me, Dugril?"
For a heartbeat, Dugril's mind went blank.
Dugrel fell silent for a moment upon hearing Arthur's question, like a dam breaking, doubt and fear as if the words needed time to take shape within his scattered mind.
Then, with a shaky voice, he finally replied:
"Before anything else… I want to know why our leader made the decision to attack so quickly and recklessly, even sacrificing most of our warriors without hesitation."
Yes… that was what still fueled the fire of anger and confusion in Dugrel's chest.
He knew Gerhom well—not just as a strong warrior, but as a commander with a strategic mind, reinforced by the sharp intellect of his advisor, Akar. He was never a fool.
In fact, Dugrel himself, as one of the tribal leaders and Gerhom's rivals, was well aware of his usual caution in decision-making.
And that was precisely why his actions that night... seemed strange.
