A Father's Fury (3)

The hours ticked by and Ger'Ain and Vaelin had begun to frown themselves. 

They didn't care about their armies. Quite frankly, they only had them to stop others from taking advantage of them. In truth, they understood that the true purpose of the trial was to strengthen themselves; they just hadn't had much time to do it yet as it had only been a handful of months. 

However, they also didn't want to lose them all. 

Leonel just seemed relentless, and every time they thought he would fall, he dug deeper. 

What they also hadn't forgotten was that Leonel should have an army of his own. They could see them on the city walls and they weren't bad themselves. 

Even though they were definitely weaker than their own army, and the numbers were inferior as well, it would at least do something to help. But… 

The more they watched Leonel, the more they felt a fear creep into their hearts.