The Final Battle!
Those three words were like a giant stone dropped into a calm lake, sending ripples spreading in every direction.
"A final battle? On what grounds?"
Count Barton of Giant Stone was the first to stand up.
"Who does he think he is? The Fiery Sun King? He says 'final battle,' and we're just supposed to go?"
"It's a trap!"
Another, older Lord chimed in.
"The Wind Cry Plain is wide open, with no natural defenses. We hold Panshi Castle, where we can rest our troops and wait for them. Why would we give up our advantage to fight him in an open field?"
For a moment, the council hall was filled with heated discussion, the voices of opposition forming the majority.
Raylo said nothing. He simply watched Luke.
He knew the final decision rested in the hands of this "Iron Blood" Knight.
Luke ignored the bickering. He extended a finger and tapped the area on the sand table representing the Wind Cry Plain.
"You all have valid points."
