"Heh, this time, Lord José will definitely lead us to victory!"
Xue Ji raised a cup of wine with both hands, grinning and bowing as he offered praise.
"Hm…" Helati, the Sand King, made no reply. He stared into the fire, his gaze distant.
Just then, the doors burst open with a thunderous crash.
"Ironshield" Eugene stumbled in, soaked in blood, and collapsed to his knees before Helati, choking on sobs.
"Lord Sand King… Lord Sand King…"
Helati's heart clenched.
He hadn't felt alarmed before—but now, seeing Eugene alone, dread crawled into his chest.
"What happened? Why are you the only one back? Where's José?"
He shouldn't have asked. Eugene's weeping grew even louder at the question.
Helati rubbed his temples and barked an order. "Xue Ji, get him up."
"…Yes, my lord…" Xue Ji's instincts told him nothing good would follow, but he obeyed, stepping forward to support Eugene.