"I still don't understand why you are this mad," Styx said as Charles sat on the chair opposite him in the courtroom, eyes blazing like the sunset in the dark room.

"You don't understand? Dad, you gave our worst enemy our army. You didn't even think about the consequences." His voice boomed in the room.

"We had an agreement..."

"That's what you keep saying. Of what use is the Onyx to us?"

Charles took a bottle of drink that had been on the table and threw it against the wall. Styx could only watch his first son well up with fury and rage burning inside him. If there was something...