A strong wind swept through the city square, sending dust skittering across the ground as the hairs of Damian and Lazarus fluttered wildly in the air. The armies surrounding the square remained tense, their weapons trained on the center as both sides stared each other down.
Lazarus slowly nodded as he finally accepted the situation he had been placed in. Truly, this sly Fox had caught him in a deadly trap, one even Lin Qui had never managed to create against him. How Damian had discovered his invasion plans remained a mystery, but at this stage, it no longer mattered.
The arrays were already active, the cannons were positioned, and thousands of soldiers surrounded him. Whatever opportunity he once had to retreat had already disappeared.
Instead of showing fear, Lazarus began clapping, his palms echoing across the square as pearls of eerie laughter escaped his lips.
