Edmund's eyes gleamed with sinister pride as Arnold spoke.
Arnold smirked confidently.
"Thanks to you, my liege, the experiment we've cultivated for over twenty years… has finally borne fruit."
He stepped forward, one hand pressed over his chest in solemn pride.
"Those chosen ones—the seven—are no longer just subjects. They're powerful, disciplined, and ready."
Edmund exhaled slowly, voice low with anticipation.
"Seven weapons… raised from childhood… shaped in shadow… forged to destroy."
Arnold bowed slightly.
"All that remains is your command. Just one word, and we will unleash them upon the battlefield. Let them clash with Garius's precious son."
Edmund turned, his cloak swaying behind him, eyes cast toward the distant mountains beyond the tent walls.
"A perfect test… let's see if that brat can still smile once he faces true despair."
Meanwhile in the third dwarven stronghold.
Javier was inspecting a new puppet knight currently under construction.
