"Why are you watching him leave?" Atop a building, the First General asked the High Chief.
The High Chief turned to look at the First General with a slight frown on his face. "Because I feel like I should kill him now when he is so within reach."
"Are you afraid of his so-called SSS rank?"
The High Chief shook his head. "That? I'm not afraid of that. Well, maybe it's all part of it since that is what makes him a Vorrakyn. But I'm more afraid of the look in his eyes. The look that says he has everything under control.
"I don't like it at all."
The First General grunted. He knew what the High Chief was saying and he had almost killed him as well. "Maybe we should have killed him. It's not like the Vorrakyn has the might to do anything at the moment."
"Not they don't. They are about to be destroyed. It's a shame that we weren't the ones to do it. Ah, well. It's all the same anyway. Come, let's face our war.
