"Relax, there aren't many Qataris here; our home is on the vast sea, though... though it's full of storms and heavy rain now, it's still much better than being here."
"Moreover, the newly arrived warriors are often filled with fighting spirit, their hearts brimming with faith and determination."
"In terms of actual combat power, they're no worse than their predecessors."
The words rolled off his tongue, cold and detached, as if the camp before him wasn't filled with living beings, but rather with livestock awaiting slaughter.
For some reason, Odysseus always felt he was drifting further away from his once-dreamed self.
It wasn't just the emotional evaluations; even in terms of sheer strength... Despite countless battles where he had faced life and death situations, even if now his sword skills had surpassed several levels from the past.
