"… So what are you trying to say, exactly?"
Elorin swung his blade down again, a mark of complete indifference on his face. He reaped another life with ease, the bloodiness of the battlefield seemingly having nothing to do with him.
"I'm saying that it's not yet time. You're a smart boy, do I really need to repeat myself?"
"It isn't that I don't understand what you're saying. It's more so that it doesn't make much sense. If now isn't the best time, then when else could possibly be?"
Looking at the state of the battlefield, Elorin thought that the caller on the other side much be pulling some sort of practical joke.
The casualties the Slayer Legion had tallied up to now numbered in the several thousand and these were among their elites. These sort of warriors couldn't just grow on trees. To make matters worse, Elorin was certain that The Capital was on its last legs as well.
