Captain Halder blew out a steamy breath down his nose and through his thick, brown mustache. A pair of hammers rested in his palms, glowing with a bronze echoing resonance as he faced off against the Alpha that towered before him.
Quite frankly, he was growing tired of this game, but it was a necessary evil to accomplish what he wanted. After this, the little prince and many of the annoyances would be out of the way. Then they could report back to the Empire whatever they wanted, or they could disappear into thin air.
Theron was wrong about one thing: this wasn't actually a display of internal strife. In reality, the Sangun Clan was mostly close-knit and quite well-balanced. Not everyone was as incompetent as the Thistles seemed to be.
Unfortunately for Emperor Sangun, there were some things that were just out of his control… like outsiders insidiously telling your men of the true value of the treasure they were aiming for right now.
