Ardan saluted, "Grand Duke Kozran is dead and the battle was won. Casualties are in the thousands, the wounded are being tended to and the captives in Drevalis are yet to be rescued."
"Kozran is dead?" Caedos repeated in disbelief, "Who killed him?"
The trio in the room shared concerned looks, Urien taking another step closer. "You don't remember what happened, Your Highness"
Caedos thought so hard his brows furrowed. The bandages around his face and neck had been taken off and underneath, the skin was perfectly healed, there wasn't even a scar around his neck.
If Dilya hadn't been the one to painstakingly care for him all this time, she wouldn't have believed it.
"I remember my battle with Kozran but not quite how it ended."
Urien was quick to fill in the missing spots in his memory, he had arrived at the point of the flames shortly before Ardan. The plumes of golden fire had been so tall that they could be seen from a distance, and they threatened to touch the skies.
