The three Regents could only frown as they wondered if they could win this after their Grand Regent had already lost once to this man. Although they didn't know how long ago it was, a loss was a loss.
Their minds couldn't help but snap to a couple of minutes ago when their Grand Regent had been talking about winning against any Wargrave that wasn't Malrik, Azaron, and Morthern. Thinking of that, they couldn't help but become doubtful.
Their eyes scanned their numbers. The current number of Soldiers they had would be eaten alive if Damian Wargrave decided to unleash his entire lineup.
The Grand Regent, who had been frowning, closed her eyes, her emotions settling. Indeed, she and Damian Wargrave were acquaintances, as they had fought during one of the minor skirmishes between their Empires about two hundred years ago. It was such a long time ago that even she had forgotten about it until she was deployed to fight this man again.
