At first, the war had progressed smoothly, but when Beluf learned that Grak would lead only half his boyz into battle, he sensed something strange.
But he could not order that arrogant bastard how to fight, nor did he want to rashly provoke a conflict with him.
And even if conflict was inevitable, he wanted more allies on his side first. That would give him better odds.
So he found an opportunity and arranged a secret meeting with Charkin.
It was not just about Grak.
After wandering the Sun Palace for ten minutes, Beluf found Charkin in the protruding observation dome of the royal garden spire. Through its transparent glass canopy, they could gaze out over the vast green farmlands beyond Tyre.
Those farmlands were also humanity's "private plots," protected by the Blood Axes Legion in exchange for industrial goods, weapons, and ammunition.
A very worthwhile deal, at least in Beluf's opinion.
This silent, dark dome was the perfect place for reflection and remembrance, yet Charkin clearly seemed out of place within it. His presence and strength resembled a caged beast poised to strike.
"Beluf."
Before Beluf had fully entered the dome, Charkin spoke first.
"You summoned me here?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Grak."
Beluf stopped ten meters away from him and stated the subject directly.
Charkin merely gave a noncommittal grunt.
"I don't care about the crap between you two. I'm only responsible for what the Boss ordered me to do. The rest ain't my business."
"Even when a war is about to start, and he only brings half his boyz?"
"Ah."
Charkin sighed, turning around to look helplessly at Beluf in his black marshal's uniform.
"So that's it. You're planning to lecture me? Beluf, you don't need to care about this at all. Everyone knows Grak's a bastard, but no