Duran stepped out of the black smoke. The sacred air left him uncomfortable. If it was possible, he didn't wish to lead the army in the battlefront personally despite his close relationship with Cullen. But it was a pity that this wasn't a request. It was an order instead. In a nation like the Country of Darkness that respected hierarchy, orders were above all else. Even though Duran, Burks, and Cullen were similar in rank and strength, Cullen was the commander, after all. Since he was the commander, he had the rights to command them. Although Duran was dissatisfied, he could only nod in agreement.
Damn it!
Duran gnashed his teeth. His crimson eyes glinted in faint radiance at the thought of his fallen men. He scanned the place that was full of lowly, weak humans… Then, he turned to the soldiers who rushed toward him with a raised weapon.
