Ready for battle

"I hope we are not interrupting," said Chief Sirius.

Daegal cleared his throat and went to stand by the large table. He spread his palms on its surface then shifted his gaze from Naomi to Sirius and finally Azriel.

"There is something my wife and I heard today from our encounter with my sis—with Nezetta. She mentioned that Master Faizar, the man whom we have nothing on, is the one, true ruler. She serves him now," he announced.

Sirius was taken aback. "What do you mean, Emperor? Babatunde Alen has always been the rebel leader who wants to overthrow your rule, eliminate magic, and make himself the ruler of this continent!"

"So I thought," Daegal said. Then he straightened and crossed his arms over his chest. "Nezetta did not say more but it is now obvious to me that Babatunde is merely a pawn on the chessboard. This Faizar is the one moving all the pieces on the board. We must find out something about him. Something we can use."

Sirius stroked his bushy beard as his brows furrowed i