King Garrie could no longer fully suppress the fear showing across his face anymore. Earlier atop the battlements, while countless soldiers and mages watched him constantly, he had forced himself to maintain a firm and fearless expression. He understood very well that the morale of Leonora depended heavily on him. If the king himself appeared shaken then fear would spread across the walls faster than the corruption itself.
But here inside the Archmage Tower with only Velrion present, he no longer needed to hide it completely.
The hardness across his face slowly weakened while visible unease surfaced more clearly. Sweat had already begun forming along his forehead and neck despite the cold atmosphere inside the chamber.
King Garrie slowly looked toward Velrion again.
"What do you do now?" he asked quietly.
