Four days had passed since the survivors of the two regiments sent to deal with the threat in the east had left the Parralen Valley Outpost, and today was the same old continuation of the journey back to the borders of the Imperium.
Hal sneakily opened his system and checked his Chaos Points, remembering that a notification sounded the moment Zephyron appeared.
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Chaos Points: 25,000
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Unfortunately, he had seen a much bigger amount, so there wasn't much reaction on his face.
Such was the workings of the ever-greedy human mind.
But this was only part of the reason why he wasn't too excited.
The larger part was that, even if he invested more points in the draws, he felt that it would be useless until he found a way to bypass the limitations of a human's reflexes.
It would be unwise to always rely on the fell race's underestimation.
'I'll ask master…'
The plan was to ask Zephyron on the way back to the empire, but Stiff Face unfortunately couldn't go back with them.
