Twisted Tradition

Inside the Castle of Cordon, Darius didn't get any kind of proper sleep after witnessing how cunning the Basilisk was with her bargain with his wife. Since then, he had waited patiently for the disc to glow and show him Xen's progress, but there's been nothing since then. He could only assume that it would resume this morning like the Basilisk had promised before Xen passed out.

Pacing in and out of the great hall, Darius was anxiously waiting for the broadcast when Osman entered.

"Your Majesty, I'm here to answer your call," Osman politely greeted with a bow. Indeed, he had called for Osman to report to him in the Cordon Castle today.

"Osman, what is happening?" Darius inquired with a dim expression, deep lines spreading across his forehead. "I had thought Xen would have it easy in the Basilisk's Territory."