The Captain of the Elite Squad of Ivory Troops was relieved to leave the presence of the man named Eon. What explosive power. 'So, this is the man they say is as powerful as an entire division.' That first punch had terrified even the bravest of his men. He guarded the man in a tree nearby as he waited for reports from each of his soldiers.
Eon stood calmly in the sea of blood that he had created himself. 'This was a diversion. Not even one mage in the group.' He spat the bad taste left in his mouth. Finishing cleaning his sword, he put it back in the sheath at his back. He walked to the edge of the camp and found a clean rock to sit on while he waited for the scouts to come back.
He could see the captain of the guard he had brought along glaring at a map as each of his men returned. Soon, a map of the land around them was spread out before him with markings on it. "Sir, there are three more camps like this one to the west and east here."
