The Power of a Mythic-Tier Spell

Toms was completely on guard, fully expecting another attack to come at any moment.

Dirk was also on guard, but not to his surroundings. He was already warned of what came next and he had no interest in getting swept up in the massacre that was about to ensue.

The assistant was against unnecessary slaughter, but Dirk also understood that Jack and his team had to take certain measures if they were to face an army on their own. They had no choice but to fight to kill. There was no other way for their plan to succeed. And it would be better for a chunk of the small army to die than to have the entire army sacrificed.

Not much later, Dirk heard a single phrase go off in his head from his contact crystal.

 "Get out now."

Looking to the incredibly aware Toms, Dirk nodded and darted to the side of the valley without any more hesitation. He understood that if he wavered now, it was likely that he would die.