The father and son had the same thoughts swirling in their head: 'Was there still a mole in the organization? If so, then who?'
There was also, however, a difference in how they responded to the situation.
Maverick wasn't a strong combatant and was only slightly stronger than the common vice commander.
His strengths lay in his strategizing skills, so he was currently petrified, his brain working overtime on how to turn the situation in their favor.
Shye, on the other hand, was already on the move.
Clearly, there was one efficient way to turn the tides of the battle.
Like a bloodthirsty demon, Shye moved through the battlefield with unmatched grace and brutality—leaping, vanishing, reappearing, hacking, slashing, stabbing, and unleashing a relentless storm of projectiles and bloodshed.
