Chapter 163 Its been a while

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The tension in the town square was palpable. The air was heavy with a foreboding sense of impending confrontation. The town was silent except for the low whistling of the wind.@@@@ Jolthar sat by the fountain, his usual composed demeanour replaced by a deep, contemplative silence. His dark eyes remained fixed on the rippling water, though his thoughts were far from serene. The faint murmur of townsfolk being evacuated to the mines echoed in the distance. Their hurried footsteps and whispered prayers added to the growing unease. Roblan approached hastily, his breathing laboured as though he had been running for miles. His face was pale, a stark contrast to his usual confident self. As soon as he reached Jolthar, he blurted out, his voice trembling with anxiety, "Jolthar, what do we do? There are so many of them... If I had to guess, there are thousands! And not just that—they're marching towards the town as we speak!" His words came in a rush, his fear barely masked as he gestured toward the direction of the advancing enemy. Jolthar didn't immediately respond. His eyes finally lifted from the fountain to meet Roblan's panicked gaze. His expression remained unreadable, but the subtle tension in his jaw hinted at the storm of thoughts swirling in his mind. Before he could say anything, Cleora entered the square, her presence commanding as ever, followed closely by a contingent of her soldiers. The sight of her, calm and resolute despite the dire circumstances, brought a semblance of order to the scene. Roblan turned to her and relayed the grim news, his voice quivering. "Mother, there are thousands of them. They're coming this way, and we don't have enough soldiers to face them. What are we going to do?" His fear was evident, and his eyes darted nervously between Cleora and Jolthar, searching for reassurance. Cleora, ever the composed leader, steadied her hand on her son's shoulder, her expression firm yet gentle. Your next read awaits at My Virtual Library Empire "Roblan, calm yourself," she said, her voice cutting through the tension like a blade. "Panic will not help us now. We will do what we must to protect the town and its people." Her words carried the weight of someone who had faced countless challenges and emerged stronger for them. Roblan took a shaky breath, nodding, though the fear in his eyes remained. Suddenly, the sound of synchronized footsteps echoed through the streets, a rhythmic cadence that sent shivers down the spines of everyone present. All eyes turned toward the main road leading into the square. From the shadows emerged a tall figure mounted on a massive, muscular horse. The man, clearly in his forties, exuded an aura of authority and menace. His broad shoulders were clad in ornate armour adorned with the insignia of the Chittera Province, and his piercing eyes scanned the square with cold calculation. His greying hair framed a weathered but resolute face, one that had clearly seen its share of war. Flanking him were warriors of various builds, some clad in heavy armour, others in lighter garb more suited for speed and agility. Before Cleora could speak, Dagur broke the silence, his voice deep and filled with mock civility. "It's been a while, Lady Cleora. How have you been?" His tone dripped with false pleasantries, a predator toying with his prey. Jolthar tilted his head slightly, his keen eyes darting between Cleora and Dagur. The question hung in the air like a storm cloud. She knows him? The murmurs from the barony's soldiers hinted that Jolthar wasn't the only one caught off guard by this revelation. Cleora's lips pressed into a thin line, her expression hardening as she chose her words carefully. "Oh please, Lord Dagur," she said evenly, her voice calm yet sharp, like a blade cloaked in silk. "Let's dispense with the pleasantries. I know you didn't come here for small talk, and I cannot forgive what you did to my envoy." Her tone carried an edge of restrained fury, though her posture remained composed. Dagur smirked a crooked grin that didn't reach his eyes. "Then you should have come yourself, Lady Cleora," he replied smoothly. His words struck like a whip, and there was a brief, charged pause. Cleora's brows shot up, her calm facade momentarily cracking. Dagur's smirk widened, his cold amusement palpable. He shook his head slowly as if scolding a wayward child. "You're one shrewd bitch, I'll give you that." His words, laced with venom and mockery, hung in the air. The soldiers around Cleora stiffened, their hands instinctively inching toward their weapons. Even Jolthar felt a faint ripple of anger stir within him, though he remained outwardly calm. His sharp gaze fixed on Cleora, watching her reaction carefully. The pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place. Cleora didn't rise to Dagur's bait. She stood silently, her piercing gaze locking with his. Yet Jolthar could sense her unease, subtle but undeniable. Her composed exterior betrayed hints of the storm raging within her—a storm that Jolthar suspected had far deeper roots than the immediate threat before them. Preeyonka, who had remained silent until now, leaned casually against a wooden post on the square's edge. Her sharp green eyes flicked between Dagur and Cleora, noting the tension with mild interest. A part of her delighted in the drama, though she kept her thoughts to herself. Her men, meanwhile, stood alert behind her, their weapons resting but ready. The half-elf captain's curiosity was piqued. She knew of Dagur by reputation—one of Chittera Province's most ruthless and cunning lords. His name carried fear wherever it was spoken, and his reputation for cruelty was rivalled only by his tactical brilliance. But what truly puzzled her was his presence here, so far from Chittera's borders. "What is he doing here?" Preeyonka murmured under her breath, her mind racing. She had heard that the province was a separate entity that governed itself, unrelated to the empire. However, seeing Dagur in person, accompanied by his ominous grey-skinned warriors, raised far more questions than answers.

Chapter 163 Its been a while

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