"There's only one way we can go," Lian muttered, trying to maintain control of the situation.
"We are not going to stand here and let whatever this is tear us apart."
He glanced at his army. "Even if there is a powerful opponent behind this barrier, we can at least try to take them down with 1500 of us. But the one behind us…
Lian's voice trailed off as fear crossed his face. "It feels like some psychotic fucker. I would rather hang myself than fall to someone like that."
The soldiers around him stiffened at his words, their faces paling as they exchanged uneasy glances.
Whispers began to spread—Lian was known for his cold and calculating nature, but hearing him speak like this was enough to send shivers down their spines. Some of the soldiers who had heard the tales of Lian and Arberus, the infamous "Demon of Torture" duo, shook even more.