Helentz Castle, underground tunnel.
Joseph leaned against the earth wall, resting with his eyes closed.
He was covered in blood and grime, even with the enemy's brain matter congealed on him, looking somewhat disheveled. However, his golden hair was still tied into a neat ponytail, not a strand out of place.
This was his final defiance.
Just half an hour ago, he had slain several of the enemy's elite troops who had infiltrated the tunnels, including one who had nearly reached the threshold of a Transcendent.
The brutal battle had left his golden hair soaked with sweat, in complete disarray.
After the battle, he immediately found a mirror to tidy up his hair, then sat here catching his breath.
Soon, he opened his eyes, judging from the footsteps, it was the youngest deputy commander, Tom.
He patted the spot beside him, indicating for the other to sit down.
