"This is the place…"
Ezekiel looked on from their vantage point as the enemy encampment seemed wholly unaware of their presence. His scouts had told him that this was a detachment sent out by Helion as a forward party, and that enemy reinforcement shouldn't be expected should they fall.
It was the perfect target.
"Is everyone ready?" the Prince called out to Atlas.
"By your word, my Prince," Atlas replied, the man's tone dripping with readiness as he palmed on his sword.
"I'm to assume that we'll spare no witnesses?"
Ezekiel turned to Darius, the king's question ringing in his ears as he considered his response. Even now, the rage he had in his heart burned hot and righteous, the call for blood and revenge almost threatening to consume him.
