"Comrades in arms, as professionals, we possess superhuman strength, and it is logic and wisdom that form the basis of our survival, while duty and dedication are our sacred obligations as soldiers.
Sometimes, reason and duty conflict, but right here, right now, pick up your weapons and win this victory! Knowing that hell is ahead, yet conquering it is our duty as soldiers..."
The ferocity in his eyes was even contagious to all the participants, their eyes reddened as if dyeing the mist with the color of blood.
Kael drew his sword, the flame on the blade erupting as he charged toward a corner: "Let's show these bastards how we mad dogs tear them apart.
Hey, right? Big prize, Chosen One."
At that moment, the Ranger clad in dark green combat attire charged forward.
The worshippers, looking like demons, grotesquely surged from the surrounding areas, but Kael's gaze penetrated the dark forest, catching a glimpse of Black Hand hidden behind the worshippers.