The Desert Warriors Part III

“Who the hell dares to do that? What a prick.”

They were walking up to the front line when people started to make way. They, then, saw a familiar face standing there.

A short black-haired man with ruby-red eyes and a short-haired girl with rust-colored eyes.

One of the four gods of the Cataral was back with no scratch on him. He even held hands with the girl, whom Bhira remembered that she was once the Cataral’s prisoner of war!

“Leader!”

Bhira beamed happily, while Jade was as calm as ever.

“Bhira.” Sven greeted him and walked to him with Nuchjaree. “I’ve been away for only days and you have so much authority to gather this many people out?”

That reprimand got Bhira to smile awkwardly and scratch his neck.

“I’m so sorry, leader.” He said. “But somebody told us that you got captured by the Nemesis, so…”

“So you’re invading them?”

The leader finished the sentence. Bhira could only smile wryly back.