Hendry sighed, holstering his cannon. "I was a freelancer, taking odd jobs here and there. The pay from Celestial Platoon was too good to resist, and the cause seemed just. Never expected to find myself in the midst of a cosmic war, though."
Grigor nodded knowingly. "War has a way of finding those who seek it or those who try to avoid it. It's a fickle thing."
"I feel like we've been scammed," Hendry complained.
"Don't judge too quick. They said to banish demons from this world. They don't specify the demons in what form." The old man laughed. "To me, the Tribe of Ghost were demons as well. I am telling you, these people deserve to die. Why do you think so many of us so eager to kill them?"
Hendry looked at the mercenaries in the distance. They were in a crazed state, chasing and killing the enemies with a big grin on their face.
"I don't live around this region, so I don't really know."