"Less than five hundred, you say?" Duran narrowed his eyes after listening to Dominic's story. "Less than five hundred people ambushed us and managed to capture all the Gryphons under your command?"
"Yes," Dominic answered, sipping the wine in his goblet to calm his nerves a bit. "Perhaps around three hundred, but no more than five hundred."
Vogel lightly tapped his finger on top of the conference table. His gaze never left Dominic's face, scrutinizing every change in his expression.
However, the only thing he saw was despair, anguish, subdued anger, and frustration. Vogel believed that if he had been in Dominic's shoes, he would feel the same.
"Now let me get this straight." Duran pinched the bridge of his nose. "You didn't see anything when you scouted from the sky. Then, after I called for help, you immediately turned around to help us.
