"Hah… Hah… Hah… Finally, we're out of that damn place," Erkan muttered with a grim expression.
Nethravel Valley was a place he never wanted to set foot in again for the rest of his life.
It was there that he had nearly died. It was there, too, that his soldiers had suffered—half of them perishing.
He hadn't just suffered a loss. He had been humiliated to the core.
After composing himself, he turned to Thousand Faces and asked, "Where are they now?"
Thousand Faces narrowed his eyes and replied, "One kilometer from here. If we chase them now, we'll definitely catch them."
Erkan's smile widened. "Alright. I understand."
He raised his right hand and ordered, "Everyone! Nolan Lorian and Seira Lorian are ahead! Return to your positions and chase them down!"
The soldiers, who had looked exhausted moments ago, immediately perked up. With a thunderous shout, they replied, "Yes, General!"
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Whoosh!
