[Bonus chapter thanks to Eeshoo97 <3]
"Casteel. Udone. Wenrii. You will be leading this battle. I don't think I have to tell you again what my master wants. If you succeed, you'll be rewarded. If you fail, well… your chances of getting into the good graces of the Lineage Head will be dashed. Forever."
Thorak spoke in a low tone.
Across from him, familiar figures with the same blackened, obsidian skin stood across from him, the very same complex mesh of Runes from what looked like elevated scarred whip marks of grey lacerating across their bodies.
The Obsithar Clan wasn't a particularly large Clan in the Sector, but they were known for their raw power and defenses. There was quite a decent percentage of them in the Sanctum, though not all were members of the Rhino Lineage.
It was well known that they would likely be at least a mid-tier power if they could fix their population issues. But much like the Mist Race of the Milky Way, they had their own problems.
