"Leader!!"
"What?" Hanarak glanced at one of his subordinates, his voice tense.
"You should leave this place, Leader. It's not safe here."
"No…" Hanarak shook his head, his grip tightening on his blades. "I can't abandon everything I've built without fighting back. This base, our resources, our reputation, I won't let Armand take it all without a fight!"
"But Leader!" one of his subordinates protested, his voice trembling. "The enemy is overwhelming us. We can't win this!"
Hanarak gritted his jaw, his eyes burning with fury.
Damn!
Why the hell is Armand intervening in this? This was none of their business! We weren't targeting them! We were just fulfilling a contract! We were hired to take out a Mathrias noble, not to provoke a war with Armand!
Shit!
Now everything is a mess!
Hanarak glanced at the body of his subordinate lying at the bottom of the staircase, riddled with countless wounds from unknown magic projectiles.
Shit, shit, shit.
