"I never liked him much as well," a woman's voice said.
Atrox sat on the chair. He had to praise Thrain for something. The guy knew and enjoyed the game of politics! Even in the frontlines, he had made a small castle of metal and then set his throne to be as tall as possible so he could look down at everyone from where he sat.
So Atrox was able to look down at Chief Helena Varrow. But it wasn't an easy thing. She was a tall woman with a muscular build, her mouth was wide and her eyes bigger, with a long forehead. She lacked physical beauty, but she did have a charm about her, like a drake's beauty or the battle hammer's cold beauty.
"Then you should be happy that I take care of him. Chief Terrix Choxa, thank you for bringing Chief Helena Varrow," Atrox said.
Terrix bowed. "Of course, my lord."
Helena narrowed her eyes. "I've not seen much of you, boy, but you are definitely a Soryu, and we are gathered here to kill you. Why are you sitting on that throne?"
