STEEL AND FLESH

ECHOES UNVEILED

Amid the lingering echoes of their conversation, a voice rose from among the fallen soldiers, a voice tinged with both curiosity and concern. "Milord Mordian," the soldier spoke, his gaze fixed on the scene unfolding before them, "what if these negotiations falter? What if the Quanians and we Bauthinians cannot find common ground?"

Lord Mordian's expression shifted, a shadow crossing his features. He looked out at the armory, the weapons gleaming against the stone walls, and then turned his gaze back to the soldier who had posed the question.

He understood the weight of their words—the implications of a breakdown in negotiations.

In his heart, Lord Mordian couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation. While he had brought back these veteran soldiers, he questioned whether their presence alone would be enough to turn the tide of the war. The Quanian forces outnumbered them, and victory seemed uncertain.

However, before he could voice his thoughts, Gorloth stepped forward with a deter