Chapter 242
"And which fool thinks they have outnumbered the enemy?" Little One muttered, though the truth was ghostly clear in his heart.
That fool was himself. He had believed—perhaps too optimistically—that if the three of them struck together against the Dark Emissary, they might stand a chance. Three against one. On paper, it should have worked.
But that fragile plan had shattered the moment they saw the battlefield before them. What stood at Madi's command was not one enemy but over a hundred.
A hundred earth warriors, each radiating a menacing aura, their armor glowing with the eerie yellow light of earth essence. And at their front, standing like a shadow of doom, was the Dark Emissary himself.
This was no battle of equal footing. It was slaughter waiting to happen.
Madi's lips curled in a faint smile as he studied the trio.
"Since you've said your last prayer, what remains is your death."
