"Everything was going well,"
"Everything."
" But they ruined it—ruined it all. In just a few days… in just a few days, I had fulfilled my dream. And now… those bastards! I was so close, and they took it all away!"
His fists clenched, the knuckles white as bone. The dream he had fought for, the power he had grasped at, now lay in ruins.
Strom had fled the war and taken refuge in the forest. It was a large forest next to Blackfire Mountain. He had taken refuge here with his trusted men. It was a safe hiding place for them for now.
They had been on the run for several days. Like thieves and robbers. In fact, their crimes were greater than thieves and robbers.
While Strom was expressing his anger, someone handed him a bowl of soup and said, "Sir, eat something."
Strom took the bowl without a word, He drank slowly, letting the warmth spread through him, but it did little to chase away the coldness inside his chest.
