Just yesterday, Zarah led an operation against another nearby clan.
Unlike the previous one, this clan was far stronger.
More importantly, their chief was Chosen.
I hadn't gone with them.
The entire purpose of assigning responsibilities to the others was so they could operate independently rather than relying on me for every major decision.
And Zarah had proven more than capable of handling herself.
Not only had she successfully led the attack, but she had also defeated the enemy chief and brought him back alive.
The memory caused a small smile to form on my face.
Honestly, I wasn't sure which part impressed me more.
The fact that she had won. Or the fact that she had apparently decided to bring the chief to me afterward.
The Chosen had sworn his loyalty without issue.
At least, that was what everyone thought.
The moment the oath was completed and our attention shifted elsewhere, he made his move. It was a foolish decision. A suicidal one.
