Leon opened his eyes, staring at the familiar ceiling—the roof of the treatment tent in their war camp. He had ended up here countless times, and each time, his life had been saved by his half-brother, Bahma. Yet, with every instance, his resentment and hatred for Bahma only grew stronger. This time was no different.
"Tch, saved by an asura again, huh? It seems having a half-brother who's an asura is quite the blessing," a mocking voice interrupted his thoughts.
Leon turned toward the source of the voice and saw his squad captain standing there, glaring at him with a mix of hatred and jealousy.
As one of the few hobgoblins who had survived countless battles, even reaching Gold Tier and earning the rank of captain, the squad leader had witnessed many of his team members fall—devoured mercilessly by demons. Yet, Leon, who always managed to survive, no matter the odds, was a thorn in his side.
