"Lord Kratos!"
Kratos, who had been resting in his tent, turned sharply at the sound of one of his men calling out to him. The soldier looked anxious, breathless from urgency.
"The Heroes of Kastoria and their armies are advancing toward us again!" the soldier reported, his voice tinged with disbelief.
Kratos frowned deeply, his mind racing. They really have the guts to attack us again after what Samael did to them? Where are they getting this sudden confidence?
"Prepare our army," Kratos ordered with a calm authority. "We'll show them once more the might of Tenebria." He paused for a moment, thinking quickly. "And send an envoy to the Lord Commander. Inform him of the situation."
"Shouldn't we wait for the Lord Commander?" a soft voice interjected. Semiramis had entered the tent.
