The building is collapsing on its foundations. The fire illuminates the night, like a light in the darkness of depravity.

"May they perish or flee, none shall escape my punishment," said Ruh, watching the enormous blaze.

He had annihilated the second outpost with immense extravagance.

The smell of burning flesh spread like a trend.

Suddenly, Habib burst in and grabbed his brother.

Dead eyes met those overflowing with vitality.

"What are you playing at? Do you want to make us lose?"

"Then look at the defeat I've brought you."

The fire rose like a tower,

The Walkers began to praise this action,

Artanne's blood raced. He trembled with excitement.

"He really showed them what we're made of!"

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"Habib, I must admit your brother did a good job," said Laetitia.

While they were exclaiming like buffoons,

A man with a long white cape like a soul,

And with a blue T motif,

Came towards the group.

"Those were two beautiful breakthroughs.

Very good organization benefits your troop.

Thus, Marquis Archal congratulates you.

And offers you two options:

Join the Great Army of Tarshkila.

Or turn back, weary.

Know that if you accept, you will obtain,

All the lands you have captured.

And Marquis Archal will make you, Habib, a favorite to become Marquis of Tarshkila.

And what a good offer that is."

Habib rejoices, he and his people could be ennobled!

Better yet, he would get a large part of the Tarshkilian lands!

And his marriage to Laetitia would happen very soon!

Happiness would be theirs!

The Messenger gently extends his hand to Habib.

The chief slowly raises his to join it with the other.

However, a question remains and jolts his soul.

How could Archal have been more reactive than the two vanguards combined?

For this messenger to be here, he must have been sent before nightfall.

But the thirst for power growls like a monster.

The two hands join and their gazes plunge.