"Every imperial we kill here is one less free pair of war captive hands for us to make use of!"
Every man who crossed the gate was one more point of contact for the people back home to notice something was up. And while a certain level of interaction between those who knew and those who didn't was necessary…
"If we want to keep this entire thing away from the prying eyes, we should limit the number of people involved as much as we can," I stated pretty much the obvious. "Oh, and if this continues, there's a serious chance I will fucking die."
This was no exaggeration.
My last rebirth was different from the former ones. It came with no real, physical pain of every cell of my body tearing itself apart. The prison of the darkness I found myself in, strangely enough, brought nearly no strain upon my flesh.
It was as if the change brought upon by the rebirth moved beyond the mere level of flesh.
