**Soren’s POV
The war was not exactly going as planned, and it was starting to p*ss me off. It seemed like Ethan was a ghost, like he was somehow everywhere and nowhere all at once. Whenever I turned around, he was there, attacking. Yet, somehow, he was also behind me.
It was getting really f*cking annoying.
So… I had gone to the front myself. With Ethan cutting off our supplies, I knew we wouldn’t be able to hold him off for long. However, I just needed to distract him a bit longer.
I cursed under my breath. D*mn it, Damian, you’d better be quick!
Sitting in my makeshift headquarters, an older home we’d confiscated in one of the villages we’d been holding for a while, I looked at the information that had been brought to me and tried to come up with something. Even my most intelligent commanders were at a loss, and my eyes were beginning to cross from staring at the data for so long.
“F*ck Ethan!” I mumbled to myself.
