There was a saying that resonated deeply within the military hierarchy: one cosmos grand magus was worth a hundred regular magus, two cosmos grand magus worth a thousand, and three cosmos grand magus were worth ten thousand. From a strategic standpoint, sacrificing dozens of magus to eliminate a single grand magus was often seen as a fair trade.
"I want the female alive," Azula Raine's voice rang out with chilling command, "As for the old man... kill him."
Emery could sense the ruthlessness behind Azula Raine's orders.
The elven commander's cold calculation was clear—sacrificing the lives of a few dozen magus to eliminate a grand magus, especially one as the elderly two-cosmos Archie, his age and weakened state made him an easy target. There was also the royalty that would bring immeasurable military and political value, catapulting her status and guaranteeing her a mountain of military accolades and influence.
