Accumulation: Part 1

*Clack.*

Something dropped on the table and made a noise.

Dyze Palminton quickly snapped out from his stupor.

"My lord! The Mist has already spread deep into the mountains! We need to decide quickly! We cannot delay it any longer!"

The voice of his second-in-command rang by his ears.

The Night Lord closed his eyes as he held a letter in his hand. His long, pale fingers were trembling.

The letter was from Blackfeather City's sorcerer. The sorcerer was the one he had arranged to protect Shanna, and now the letter was stained with blood. That meant that there was an emergency.

"My Lord! The Light of Hope beseeches your full support! The life or death of Blackfeather City's 13,000 citizens depends on your decision. Please, give the word! My lord, should we send in the reinforcements?" The second-in-command pushed him for a response. "The only person that could save them is you, my lord!"