Refusal

"Sixty thousand soldiers, by our best estimates," Agnus replied, his voice heavy with the weight of the news. "Sixty thousand strong, they are entrenched within Grand Canyon City right now. And that number, I fear, will only swell."

The implications of his words hung in the air, thick and suffocating. Grand Canyon City, the last bastion, the mighty dam holding back the tide of the Beast Kingdom, had fallen.

It was a crushing blow, a gaping wound in the Brightwing Empire's defences. With the city captured, the Beast Kingdom's path to the other cities lay open, a terrifyingly clear highway paved with the potential for destruction.

"Sixty thousand," I murmured. I could now understand, with a clarity that stunned me, how Gislain and Osman were forced to retreat. They had been outmatched, hopelessly outnumbered. And their enemy commander, a being of equal strength, had wielded that advantage with ruthless efficiency.

The Beast Kingdom's intentions were chillingly clear. This wasn't a