Each minute that passed without news was another minute of uncertainty accumulating over the previous ones until becoming an almost unbearable weight.
Where the hell had his older brother gotten himself into?
The question had been circling in his head without a satisfactory answer since the first reports arrived late yesterday.
Victor had entered Goldcrest territory with twenty powerful, highly capable men, had descended into the ancient ruin that their enemies had finally opened under political pressure, and then... silence.
No communication.
No progress reports.
Only absence that extended beyond any reasonable timeframe.
Had they really attacked and defeated him?
Julius stopped each time that thought crossed his mind because the implication was fundamentally impossible to accept.
