"Why did you call it off, my Lord?"
A figure wrapped in dark bandages from head to toe stood behind Jonathan, who gathered the corpses of his fallen comrades. The smell of charred flesh and the sight of mangled bodies didn't seem to disturb him. His expression hadn't changed throughout the entire process. It remained the same as the Hex had seen them. He skillfully contained the raging fire inside his chest.
He had handpicked every member of the Guardians. Despite the numerous members, he knew each of them by name, had spent time drinking with them, and knew their dreams and ambitions.
Some of these people had dreamt of wandering the wide world, whereas others had dreamt of marrying someone of their liking and building a warm home with. He had used those desires as fuel to forge extraordinary soldiers out of them. They were part of his legacy, lying burnt and cut before him.
"Lady Elize. She is with them."
