Temur looked at me. "That is a threat."
I walked toward the guard until my pointed sword touched his chest and asked, "Do you know anything about the Chaos Cult?"
The guard's shock was immediate. "You're a spy!" That was all he managed to say before his sword was slapped aside and something cold and sharp sliced his throat.
"This is war with the Chaos Cult. We'll kill all of you, bastard," I said.
Temur chuckled. "You mean we'll kill those our powers can reach."
"Well, most Iron can't fight us on equal footing," I said. "Think of it this way: once we're silver, we'll go after those bastard Cult members in silver rank."
Even now, the quality of our Grimoire set us apart from Awakeners of the same rank. The difference would only become more pronounced as we advanced.
