Spooky howls sounded in the distance as lunar rays and massive bonfires illuminated the surroundings of the Parralen Valley battle camp.
Inside a huge tent with a spacious table in the middle, three individuals stood face to face.
This time, even Ennya had a serious look, her heart still heavy at the loss of two subordinates, despite having already cried her guilt away on the way back.
"First of all, I would like to congratulate you two on a job well done." Zephyron began.
"I must say that I was initially skeptical of the empire's strangely high assessment of your skills, but after what happened today, I can only admit that they were right. You two are indeed mighty and talented in combat. However, your inexperience and soft hearts are your biggest weaknesses. The more competent individuals in the fell race's ranks can slaughter you ten times over in just a moment of hesitation. Remember this well."
