Wyot shouted, his eyes reddening with emotion. “I will pay with my life if I can’t resolve this matter.”

Jaime frowned, contemplating the gravity of Wyot’s words. Meanwhile, James and the others exchanged bewildered glances.

“Mr. Jaime, since the Dravon War King has vowed with his life, let’s give him a chance,” Thea said coldly, cradling Thora. “But only this once. If he fails to provide a satisfactory explanation, the Dooms will no longer have a place in the Jademora Empire.”

Her words were laced with strong, murderous intent, making her position clear. Should Wyot fail, she would ensure the destruction of the Dooms.

Thea was furious. Although she had not participated in the creation of the Jademora Empire, her husband had founded it. She would not tolerate any villains sullying its reputation.

Youcef sneered, “Count me in! The Greater Realms are becoming interesting, but we can’t let that interest turn to rot.”

Yianni cast a meaningful glance at James and said firmly, “Me too.