The impacts of the second Senior-level conflict between the Kaddar Treaty Organization were vast. Far more vast than anyone partaking had expected.
"What did you say?" A deep masculine voice boomed across a large throne room adorned with ostentatious decorations.
The throne room was adorned with many seats, each more extravagant than the last the further towards the opposite end of the entrance they went.
The king of the Graheria Empire sat on the giant gold and silver throne at the very end.
General Dereftar gritted his teeth and endured the reproachful eyes of the many royal dignitaries who presided over the meeting.
"General Dereftar," The king addressed the Martial Senior. "I asked you a question. How did Senior Ferin perish?"
"…A fourth Martial Senior of the Floating Sect killed her before we realized it." The man clenched his fist as he squeezed the words out of his mouth.