The War for the North[13]
The Glacial Hall had been buried in the silence of a deep grave following the words echoing from the confession of Varek or rather, the dark will using his body. "Harvest," "Unity with Gods," "Slaughterhouse"... These concepts were spinning in the minds of the lords around the table, shattering the reality they perceived.
No one dared to speak, or even breathe.
Eyes were fixed on Cassian standing in the middle of the room, and on Varek swaying like a puppet in front of him.
Cassian swept his gaze across the horrified faces in the room.
"Are there any questions you wish to ask?" he asked, his voice calm and clear.
No answer came. Not a whisper, not an objection.
Everyone was crushed under the weight of this terrible new knowledge. The enemy facing them was not just an invader wanting land, but a cosmic horror intent on their existence.
Cassian took this silence as an affirmation. He turned his gaze back to the man in front of him, Varek.
