"Beydia!"

"Yeah?"

After another grueling day of battle, Beydia and Chief Yastora found themselves alone, the other warriors busy regrouping and tending to the battlefield.

In the time they’d fought side by side, their bond had grown rapidly, transforming from comrades to close friends.

"Why do their numbers never dwindle?"

Yastora’s question, laced with exhaustion, caught Beydia off guard. He could sense the weariness in the chief’s voice, something uncharacteristic for the warrior he idolized.

Yastora had been relying on forbidden techniques to amplify his strength temporarily—methods that drained his life force and body each time they were used. Now, his once-imposing figure seemed diminished, his strength waning. Meanwhile, their warriors were dwindling in number, supplies were running low, and the relentless Imperial forces continued to press on, seemingly without end.

The Empire had three full legions at its disposal for this campaign, a staggering force. Beydia, knowing there were even more troops stationed in the Empire’s heartlands, couldn’t bring himself to voice that fact. It would only deepen the hopelessness of their situation.@@novelbin@@

"Beydia. We can’t go on like this anymore."

"Are you giving up already?"

Beydia’s heart sank. Was Yastora, the indomitable warrior he admired, truly thinking of surrender? That shouldn’t happen. It couldn’t happen.

"Giving up? Ha! Do you think Yastora, the greatest warrior, would do that?"

Yastora clenched his massive fists.

"I’m Yastora, the strongest of warriors. No matter how many weaklings they send, I’ll crush them all. But… my people are a different matter."

"Yastora…"

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