Inside the Black Forest camp, soldiers bustled about their respective duties, making the whole place lively and noisy.
Yet, at the very center of the camp—the area where the officers gathered—the air was cold and heavy, the atmosphere almost suffocating.
Bloody Knight Anwar stood there, expressionless, his sharp eyes sweeping over his subordinates.
At that moment, disappointment filled his heart.
Not a single one of them had completed the missions he had assigned.
The mage in charge of interrogating the captured assassin had failed.
The Berserker responsible for drilling the troops had failed.
Even the general who was supposed to launch an assault toward the southeast had returned empty-handed.
Every man in the room kept his head bowed low. None dared to meet Anwar's gaze.
Just then, the door to the room was pushed open.
A soldier hurried in and rushed to Anwar's side, leaning close to whisper something into his ear.
