Cateran was never a city of great significance within the Empire. It was just another ordinary settlement, one of many scattered across the vast lands. That was precisely why no one—least of all Isaac—could understand why Nimue had chosen to take it.
What was the reason?
Why this city, of all places?
No one had an answer.
Standing a hundred meters from the city's gates, now under the control of the Charentra rebels, Isaac looked at the city. From the outside, everything seemed deceptively normal—buildings stood intact, the streets were quiet—but the truth was undeniable. The city belonged to Charentra now.
The gates were shut tight. No one was allowed in. No one was allowed out.
"Lord Crawford."
A knight of the Empire approached him.
