Ill fated
The room crackled with the unspoken threat in his words, but Leanna quickly interjected, her voice firm yet laced with urgency. "We are not here to debate power or dominance." She glanced around the room, ensuring all eyes were on her.
"Aragon, you've seen the enemy yourself. You know what they are. If they manage to cross the Deep Forest, the kingdom as we know it will cease to exist. What will you rule then? Empty lands? Corpses?"
Despite her impassioned plea, Aragon remained unmoved, his expression as unreadable as ever. The silence was thick, broken only by the rustling of robes as Beltar, a seasoned and battle-hardened lord, rose to his feet.