Chapter 1006- Seraphim of Honor— [Barachiel] (3)

"No matter how many times we look at the map, it won't help" One of the commanders seated around the table strained his neck and looked at his subordinate.

"Any sign of movement from the enemy?"

"None, sir," the scout replied, but his eyes betrayed his apprehension "But they're coming. The reports… they're consistent. There are millions of them. Maybe even tens of millions. We won't…"

He stopped himself, biting his lips.

"Enough. Just keep watch."

The commander dismissed the scout before he could say anything. They all knew how hopeless the situation looked, there was no need for a mere scout to tell them that.

But despite his attempts to keep the scout's words in check, the aura of dread was impossible to shake. Everyone in the room could feel it— the inevitability of the approaching army. It was as if the air itself carried the stench of death.

"How long until reinforcements arrive?" someone asked.