Aiden blinked twice at what the Grand Magus had just said to his face. "A war against Dragonhold?" he asked again to be sure of what he'd heard.
"Heh," she smiled and then said, "It is as you've heard, but we cannot fail to account for our greatest adversary, the Great Black Dragon, Thyrak. The only reason no kingdom has ever been able to attack and claim Dragonhold."
Aiden then realized that she didn't know Thyrak wasn't currently in defense of the capital kingdom anymore, and he wasn't going to let her know this fact either.
She continued, "Which is why we've also waited for the right moment, the War for the Holy Grail."
Aiden listened and stared intently. He had never heard of this before.
"Once every 500 years, the gods come to banquet with men. And for their entertainment, they host Korrath Veyl—the War for the Holy Grail. A tournament that invites every kingdom, even the ones beyond the seas. The winner of this tournament is then granted the holy grail as a reward."
