Silence met Agnia's words. More and more people gathered from the surrounding provinces, the men arriving only to find the capital in ruins, their bodies going still the moment defeat left their queen's mouth.
The noble elders were furious, ranting among themselves that this was unacceptable. Children and women from the noble houses wept for the uncertain future ahead. Nearly every young man of noble lineage had been a warrior, and today, thousands of them had died.
The simple workers, the ones who had seen the dragon before, no longer knew what to believe. They had thought the progenitor was dead, and now their own clan had unleashed one upon the world. Because of that, many miners had been killed, the rubble from the missing mountain still fresh in their minds.
They did not know the full story, but they refused to believe it had been their queen's judgment. Instead, they blamed the man who had brought this chaos.
"We shall never submit!"
