The question of why Alvin's army hadn't pursued them still troubled Altan. But he knew he couldn't let it hold him back; he had to keep moving forward.
He knew that only by establishing his own power in the Battanian Gulf region could he truly take control of his own destiny.
He turned, his gaze sweeping over the Knights behind him. His tone was firm and serious. "Remember, we have no path of retreat. If Alvin's men catch up to us, the consequences will be unimaginable.
We must reach the Battanian Gulf region in the shortest time possible and establish our stronghold."
The Knights nodded one after another, Altan's words reinvigorating them.
Their own fates were now inextricably linked with Altan's. Only by following him did they stand a chance of surviving this brutal game of nobles.
"We will build a sturdy earthen fort there, recruit the local inhabitants, and train our own army."
