Ethan soon witnessed the true form of the Warlord.
He quickly doubted whether the thing sitting at the command table could be called human—though demihumans might look odd, there was at least a trace of human form visible, whereas the Warlord was merely an armor stand. He wore a helmet, but beneath it were no skin and bones, only darkness.
When all the officers left, the helmet turned toward them.
"Do you have anything to say?"
The voice was still thick and deep.
"I have an idea."
At this moment, Kane had been waiting for some time. Ignoring the demihuman officer who had fallen to the ground, he walked to the table, "To win this war, we need more powerful weapons, some weapons crafted by the Divine Spirit themselves, to turn the tide of battle!"
His eyes sparkled, unabashedly revealing his intentions.
The Warlord didn't respond immediately but instead tilted his head to scrutinize him, "If you obtain this weapon, what do you intend to do with it?"
