Rhemos saw his army down there getting ambushed by the larger force. The large force was led by a man shrouded in lightning. Rhemos recognized the man at once. It was Garland Thunderhand. It was Therribus' private army.
The fire started burning the tents as Garland's lightning torched everything. Thick black smokes rose to the sky as Rhemos' unprepared troops were getting slaughtered.
Seeing the scene, Rhemos' heart sank. He was the one that usually used underhanded tricks to beat his opponents. He never expected himself to be one to fall by such a trick. Especially not from Therribus who always used brute force.
He looked around the soldiers that had surrounded them. They had come nearer so he could see them more clearly. These soldiers bore his banner.
"Wilson?" Rhemos recognized the Knight Lieutenant who led these soldiers. He was the leader of the scouts he had sent to surround this place.
"You betray me?" Rhemos asked.