Then a voice echoed calmly through the entire hall. Yet, though clear and even melodious, the commanders' hearts sank into their chests, all attention turning to him.
He was a man, not wearing a uniform like the others, but donning a pitch-dark robe that covered him fully, leaving his face revealed.
And even then, half his face was covered, the only thing to be seen being his ruby lips and sharp jaw.
"As much as we Nvidians do not consider humans who have taken a pact with the Nakros, and become traitors, as no longer human."
"The vice versa is true for one who accuses another human wrongly of being a traitor, and the same punishment will be given to both… death."
He ended quietly, another wave of crawling silence descending.
"So, let's not have our mouths be the death of us…"
"Sir Asmodeus," a commander called out as the robed figure quietly turned to him.
