Joel soon realized that although he had soldiers on his side, their numbers were steadily thinning.
The sharp cries of combat echoed through the cave, mingling with the metallic scent of blood and damp stone. His expression shifted subtly, tension flickering across his face before excitement surged into his eyes.
"This really is a good opportunity," he muttered under his breath, his voice trembling with barely contained greed. "This SiIvy base… it's truly something."
Ten bodyguards, summoned on the spot, and they were still holding on even against more than twenty of his own elites. That alone proved how capable they were.
His thoughts spiraled wildly, fantasizing about the days to come, the privileges, the food, the control.
'If I take over SiIvy base… no, if I dismantle her piece by piece,' he thought feverishly, 'then everything she has will be mine.'
His gaze drifted toward Ivy almost involuntarily.
