massacre

About twenty commanders circled the round table with their swords on the table and shawls draped over their shoulders, helmets were hanging in between their arms while they listen to general Vincent's order.

Michael envisaged the scene of going into Cade and watching them slay the innocents: children, women, and the old.

Would he be able to live with himself? Perhaps Shamira was right, he shouldn't be there but he wanted to try.

They needed to know that King Cyprian wasn't coming for war but an ambush.

Wendigos feeds on flesh, one he had bear witness to while in that rotten cave.

No, he couldn't watch them been eaten alive then he recalled his promises on that faithful day.

After things escalated in the labyrinth, he made a promise to free them.

He had no choice at the moment.

Setting the Wendigo free meant more death around the kingdom and that wasn't something he was about to permit but a promise is a promise.