Reign's words hung heavy in the air as the leaders of the mercenaries exchanged looks, their expressions tense with uncertainty. It was clear that they were weighing their options carefully, considering the potential risks and benefits of joining forces with Reign and his group.
"That … shouldn't be, our employer, we were all quite certain that the enemy doesn't have that many men, after all, the only way they fight is by spreading that weird energy." One of the people in the tent said as another nodded his head.
"Yes, some of our men fought against them, they aren't that strong, weaker than a person of the same realm, and not as experienced as those of their realm."
"Those would probably be the ones who have gotten empowered by the corruption, they are usually a lower realm than their aura and strength show, and the only reason they are as powerful as they are is because the enemy faction has a way to infuse them with corruption and make them more powerful."
