"He's coming."
Rekan rose from the shadows inside the Empire's main command tent.
The commanders inside the tent initially panicked, but soon they relaxed. They were all aware of the state of the Union's soldiers.
After several sleepless nights and the fear of otherworldly assassins, they wouldn't be surprised if the enemy camp was suddenly full of deserters.
This was further evidenced by how only the Dark King stepped onto the battlefield alone. As for the rest of the soldiers, they seemed to be simply standing still.
Seeing the carefree attitude of the cultists, Rekan's dark eyes flashed with a cruel light. He spun the dagger in his hand and swiped it at lightning speed.
With a dull thud, the head of the nearest Mana Core-cultist fell to the ground. A cold silence descended in the camp abruptly, followed by Rekan's words that were filled with disapproval.
"You vermins!" the shadowkin spat angrily.
