Farewell, Jaith.

The batch of 300k men.

"Who the fuck fights in the dark for fuck's sake!"

Jaith groaned, running from the echo of voices. He could hear the clanging and clashing of swords behind him. He had been running since the battle had become so tough that he could hardly breathe.

He had a torch in his hand which lit his way, and he was headed through the single hallway of a royal building. This building was for general meetings which was built in the heart of Agranah. That was the place noblemen met whenever Wealene, the former king, refused to be disturbed by royal advances.

"Just a little more."

Jaith urged himself, hurrying though the hallway. He could see the door to the room he was heading to. He was very close now.

Suddenly, he heard a thud behind him. He flinched, waving the touch towards the direction. He was panting heavily.

"Who's that?"

He called, looking expectantly as well as devastated. The light of
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