Sitting on the log and looking at the campfire in front of him, Reni had gotten up and left, leaving Lucius lost in thoughts.
They had started with 1000 people, but with each fight, the ones who were lucky or talented got stronger while the rest fell.
After the toxic smoke incident, they were left with around 50 members alive, and this included the wounded. In just a few days, they had lost 900 members. The grim reality weighed heavily on Lucius's mind as he thought about their situation.
Taking a glare around him and seeing some of them pointing at him and making small curses, all he wanted was to pull out the sword and charge at them. "If a normal person was forced into a situation where they had to make a choice, they wouldn't regret putting the people they care about above others. I am only human," Lucius thought and reassured himself in his mind.
"Bastard, you killed my wife!" A man who was missing an arm arrived near him, ready to attack.
