"Oh? Is that your son, Drenvar? Your so-called Dragon heir with the SSS Dragon? Is that him?" Duke Lavi asked, rubbing his hands together. "I see. What do you think, Duke Draemir, should we put him in chains and keep him as our pet?"
Duke Draemir seemed to think about it and then he sighed. "I think I would like it if he could serve me wine with a cup made from the skull of his father."
The conversation chilled everyone on the battlefield. Those on the Vorrakyn's side felt their helplessness climb, and bleakness filled their hearts.
Vacuse, as well as anyone seasoned enough in those kinds of things, knew what was going on. The war had already started, but right then, it was psychological warfare.
If it was a standard kind of war, Vacuse would have said things to lift his own army's spirit, but he found no need. Instead, he turned his back against the two Dukes and faced the Vorrakyn's army.
