To deceive and manipulate a force as primal as the Scarlet Bears was a feat entirely absent from the annals of world history. Such a strategic masterstroke existed only in the realm of myth, yet here it was, manifesting in the dirt and blood of their own backyard.
However, as the Old Patriarch stood atop the battlements, he realised that the most brilliant facet of William's conduct wasn't merely the control of a monstrous army.
It was the terrifying accuracy of the message the boy had sent him through his granddaughter, Berry.
Not only had William foreseen an event that should have been impossible to predict, and not only had he engineered a miraculous solution to an inevitable slaughter, but he had also anticipated the precise psychological breaking point of the clan itself.
"Uncle… This… is this truly happening?" Gran stammered, turning toward the Patriarch with a face flushed with raw, unbridled excitement.
