Chapter 352: A Trap
"Don't waste my time. Get up," Rhain commanded, his voice completely devoid of any sympathy as he looked down at the battered mercenaries. "Lead us directly toward the Scorched Umbral Zone."
The mercenaries scrambled to their feet, their bodies still trembling uncontrollably from the sheer, overwhelming pressure Rhain had casually released.
The lingering terror of the deep basin still gripped their hearts, but the fear of the monstrous youth standing before them was infinitely greater.
The scarred leader swallowed hard, wiping the mud and blood from his swollen jaw.
Looking into Rhain's cold eyes, he knew that refusing was not an option.
""Y-Yes, my lord," he stammered respectfully, the tone of his voice taking a full three sixty degree turn. "My name is Karsten. And these men... we are the last surviving remnants of the Golden Arrow Sect."
