Chapter 42: Apologized

"Our reinforcements are here!" Branson and the others were brimming with joy. Even the dying Zayne pried his eyes open and yelled, "Magnus Kendall, Oliver Miles, your days are numbered!" "All three deputy commanders of the Greyhove Military Department come together?" Oliver sucked in a sharp breath. In Draconia's military department, the ranks were filled with experts, and the hierarchy was clearly evident.  Promotion required both outstanding merit and overwhelming strength.  With the...