Metallic sounds echoed through the hallways as thousands of seemingly furious footsteps marched in a single direction.
Realizing that the Soul Warriors—and whatever their lesser versions were called—were on the move to kill them, the old hairs on Tigren's body stood on end.
"Gather around Black Dawn!!" he barked.
In this seemingly inescapable tide of unholy warriors, nothing was wiser than staying close to the strongest among them.
And that person was undoubtedly Shye.
"Commander, is the camaraderie and brotherhood fake? I know you're quite the peculiar one, but do your brothers from the Chaos Unit not even have the tiniest space in your heart?! How could you do this for fun?!" Vice Commander Feather growled in a low roar, clenching his tang dao tightly.
The Tigren elites were already retreating, hoping to position themselves close to Black Dawn in the desperate hope that he could somehow carve out a path of escape for them.
