Chapter 89: The Cycle of Cruelty
The sky above was a bruised, sickly purple, completely devoid of the warmth she had fought a decade to secure.
Anise walked at the head of a thousand heavily armed paladins. But she did not feel like a general.
She heard a voice. Not a grand one.
"Haha! Look at this miserable wasteland, Champion!"
It was General Vance, the commander of the Vanguard. He was looking at her with lecherous eyes.
"The air itself smells like rot," Vance sneered, kicking a piece of blackened driftwood.
"It will be a pleasure to burn it all away."
Anise kept her hazel eyes fixed dead ahead.
"We are here to dismantle their military infrastructure, General. Nothing more. We strike the forward camps and we leave."
CLANK. CLANK.
Vance chuckled, a dry, grating sound.
