"Why, I am not surprised… that would explain why my minions were captured as well and not killed since they are stronger than ten survivors," Jason thought.
"What are you going to do?" Loid asked.
Jason stood at the edge of the area, staring at the enemy's base. The flickering torches and bustling guards only added to his growing sense of trouble. He had no idea what he should do. The task before him felt insurmountable.
Invading an enemy's base was difficult enough, but these weren't just any enemies. They were cunning and known for their tactical prowess. These foes had once surrounded and decimated his allies' force of two hundred seasoned warriors with sheer strategy and wit, leaving no room for error or mercy. They anticipated their opponents' moves, set traps with precision, and executed their plans flawlessly. Jason knew he was up against a force that worked only with calculated maneuvers and ruthless efficiency.