"Be prepared. Your toys will be needed should Maxwell fall."
Desirus's words hung in the air like a quiet omen, his gaze never wavering from the distant clash. The wind carried faint echoes of steel and thunder, but his focus remained absolute.
"Never knew a time would come when you would have such little faith in him. You always speak so highly of him."
"You have to always expect the worst to happen," Desirus replied, his voice low and steady, eyes still locked on the battle between General Maxwell and Aaron.
He watched every movement with the intensity of a hawk tracking prey, noting the subtle shifts in posture, the flicker of power in each strike.
"Then I shall prepare accordingly." Qin Luo nodded her head with deep respect, the gesture crisp and formal.
She turned on her heel, her robes whispering against the stone floor as she departed, footsteps fading into the shadows.
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