PS: This book won't be abandoned, so please don't worry. I said what I did a couple of days ago because the conversations with the Emperor in those two chapters really were a little long-winded. Someone gave me some rather "friendly" feedback about that in the comments. Although I deleted the comments, I also felt the plot had dragged a little. I'll pick up the pace soon, and the moment when the protagonist gets his own territory is coming very soon.
Aaron finally persuaded Reynard to abandon his unrealistic fantasy.
If eighty paladins and clerics couldn't complete the mission, then Reynard taking four people in after the orks had already been alerted would be a sure way to head down that old road again.
The old road-the road to heaven.
Reynard reluctantly accepted Aaron's advice, though Aaron believed the main reason his senior accepted it was that they had encountered the enemy. Of the four paladins, one was dead, one crippled, and two lightly wounded. Continuing the plan was no longer possible.
In the chill of nightfall, they gathered to discuss their next steps.
Whatever else happened, Aaron's squad had successfully completed its mission. The question now was whether to take part in the coming battle.
Reynard naturally agreed without hesitation, and Aaron would certainly participate as well. Khorne's power was stirring, just a hair's breadth from unlocking. Then there was his fief. He wasn't about to pass up this opportunity.
"How could you leave me out of something like this?" Disma's attitude was equally straightforward. His second senior positively delighted at the prospect of battle.
"I'm Aaron's watcher. Wherever he goes, I go!" Eleanor linked her arm through Aaron's, her resolve firm. Looking at her beloved, Miss Cleric had already decided that if anything happened to Aaron, she would