The War for The North [55]
Chapter 168: The Approaching Darkness and the Holy Feast
Cryomara slowly placed the glass of iced coffee in her hand onto the table. The thud made when the base of the glass touched the marble was the only thing breaking the silence. Squinting her blue eyes, she looked at Cassian.
"We are listening to you, little lizard," she said. "Tell us."
Cassian took a deep breath. He wandered his gaze over the anxious faces around him.
"I do not know if I need to say this," Cassian said, his voice clear and sharp. "But if we leave this castle, if we step outside the walls, our defeat is certain."
"I have fought Obsidian Dawn before," he continued. "I know their tactics, their fighting styles. They emerge from strange portals every time."
"I do not know if they will use this on ordinary armies, but if you split the army and scatter across Frosthelm, it is certain you will be hunted down one by one."
He turned his eyes to Cryomara.
