The Man’s Decree – Chapter 6430

"Both sides wounded?" Alaric's mouth twitched once, beyond his control. A low laugh scraped out of him, deep and cold enough to settle into the bones.

"I allocated three thousand elite celestial men-at-arms to you. You had plenty of provisions and first-rate weapons... On top of that, you two peak True Immortal Realm Level Nine war champions were there holding the line. You were defending the Northern Abyss Dreadhold, a prison built on dangerous terrain and packed with wards. And in the end, you come back and tell me it was merely both sides wounded?"

The question dropped into the hall. A crushing pressure swept across everyone present.

Marshal Stone and Marshal Grey hurriedly pressed their foreheads flat against the cold flagstone.

Neither of them dared take a full breath. Neither dared lift his head to meet Alaric's gaze. Neither dared offer even half a word in defense.