Lux and the others retreated out of Roy's territory as fast as their means could take them…
He had to order for his cavalry stationed at the borders to follow suit.
And instead of going straight back to their homes, they all gathered at a meeting point — a place where others from their alliance lay in wait.
At the peak of a mountain, at the outskirts of one of Lux's territories, a shabby-looking castle lay. Within one of its wide halls, six figures, allies, sat.
Noticing the presence of his incoming allies, one of the Lords spoke.
"Tsk! What took you guys so long?" A lazy, lanky, bald male scolded nonchalantly while picking his ears. He carried an unrestrained air and careless feel. He was known as Carion. One might almost doubt he was a Lord.
Bang!
The creaky doors were kicked open as bloodied and haggard figures stepped in, their expressions grim.
