The commander woke up all the soldiers at the crack of dawn.
"WAKE UP! IT'S TIME TO KICK SOME SANDETH ASS! BUT NOT MY ASS!"
The soldiers grumbled as they woke up from their sleep.
"It's 3 in the morning, dammit," one of them mumbled.
"WE NEED THE ELEMENT OF SURPRISE OR ELSE OUR ASSES ARE GONNA GET KICKED! DO YOU WANT THAT, SOLDIER? DO YOU WANT YOUR ASS KICKED? BECAUSE IF YOU DON'T GET OUT OF BED, I'LL KICK IT FOR YOU!"
The soldier scrambled out of bed. "Okay! Okay!… Jesus…"
"JESUS WON'T SAVE YOU!" the commander howled. This was about to get messy.
The soldiers stood in formation behind the commander at the Sandeth's main headquarters.
"I didn't get your name, commander," Winston said from behind a few soldiers.
"My name is Dalthrek," Dalthrek replied.
"Dalthrek… good to know."
Dalthrek gave Winston a gentle smile before pointing at the large wall that protected the headquarters.
"SIEGE UNITS, FIIIIIIRRRREEEE!"
Huge balls of fire were flung toward the wall, knocking it down piece by piece until it was completely wrecked. They charged through the wall, yelling curses at the Sandeth.
But what stood before them was none other than the emperor of the Sandeth himself—Throgond—holding none other than Emma's dead body.