SEVERAL WEEKS AFTER NECTUS' PLANS ADVANCE, A HUMAN WITNESSES THEM FROM A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT SIDE, ONE FULL OF BOTH KNOWLEDGE AND IGNORANCE.
His name was Lord Farini ma Michka Hetsha, and he was the ruler of Upper Grazahmich province, holding court.
The spacious stone hall with massive tapestries covering its walls stayed unchanged regardless of the woes happening outside—if the servants stopped doing their job well to maintain the place, someone would've lost his head.
But the gloom faces of the courtiers reflected the darkness that fell on their province. From the height of his throne, Farini examined their faces, wondering how many of them were plotting how to best sell him to the High King so they could save their hides.
'It should have never come to this…' Farini thought wearily.
Just a few moons ago, his province was doing well. Not prospering—it wasn't prospering for a long time now—but most of his people at least had bread on their tables.
