"What... the hell just happened?" Ireciez said so quietly, he might as well have kept the words in his head. His expressionless face was twisted into confusion, as nothing in his life had ever confused him as much as this situation did.
"The king suddenly appeared... teleported... defeated Oscar with a single touch, left us all unscathed, and took back his men?" Lunan gathered all his thoughts, trying to make some sense of the situation.
But no matter what, he couldn't understand it.
"I'm... even now... I'm still shaking a bit. That's the king of Sar? We're facing such an intimidating person. It's starting to make me feel a little worried. Will we be able to win this war?"
"Have some confidence, Ireciez. Come on. We've been out of the base for far too long. We need to start going back now. Get Oscar."
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A few days had passed.
Ireciez, Oscar, and Lunan were all put on temporary punishment for abandoning their post. This punishment involved manual labour, that would not allow them to get into the battlefield.
Nuvian rubbed the top of his bald head, a little worried. He let out a sigh.
The elf monk was clad in nothing too flashy, simple robes with light armor to protect him from strikes.
His weapon of choice was a glaive, attached to his back with the use of a rope.
"You alright, sir? You look a little troubled."
His lieutenant was a young man, in his late 20s or so. His hair was black and long, though not unkempt. His eyes were aged and hazel, like the eyes of one who had seen things he was not meant to see.
"No, no. I'm fine, Lieutenant. It's natural for me to feel a little worried about the upcoming battle. A lot of our men are injured, and medics will be arriving on the island in 2 days."
"Ah. Well, the men who are currently healed up are very capable. I've seen quite a few talents. And that Rita lady, the one with the grey skin and the bandages... she's exceptional. So cast aside your worries, sir."
Lieutenant Kobol reassured the elf monk.
"You're right."
"For now, we should really be focusing on-"
"Kya!"
A bloodcurdling scream alarmed everyone in the area. Nuvian's eyes widened.
The scream came from a soldier, staring at the body of Pirvezon Felbinon.
The soldier had simply been digging a hole with his shovel until he felt the shovel hit something unfamiliar. After some more digging, tossing the dirt to the side, in a bag that was opened, his body fell out.
"He's dead!"