Three days later, Deputy Commander Edward and Arthas returned from Dragonflame Island. They were tight-lipped about the demigod-level engagement, a silence that spoke volumes.
"Arthas, what's the verdict?" Leonidas asked, unable to contain his impatience the moment he sensed Arthas's return. Among the teammates gathered in Isabella's palace, he had the most right to ask.
Since their return, the Deputy Commander and Arthas had been completely incommunicado, secluded from everyone.
"What do you think? You didn't seriously expect one raid to send them packing, did you?" Arthas shot back. "Get back to war prep."
He wasn't wrong. A faction with demigod-level powerhouses wouldn't be deterred by anything less than a cataclysmic, world-shattering blow. Their will to invade was too strong.
Still, as Arthas's friend of many years, Leonidas could read between the lines. The ghost's curt reply told him things hadn't gone well.
