Chapter 151: The Martial Alliance's Ultimatum

The grand hall of the Stridora Martial Alliance was steeped in a silence so heavy it felt like a shroud. At its head, on a high-backed chair carved from dark ironwood, sat Ford Linnit. The man who was once the formidable, unshakeable Chief of the Alliance was now a vessel of pure, unadulterated rage. His face, usually a mask of stoic authority, was twisted by grief, his eyes burning with a crimson light that spoke of sleepless nights and a thirst for blood. His son, his only heir, was dead. Slain...