447 Real intent

 "Commander, commander," the radio communication of the Jei Lo's first unit reached home after great atrocities. "The ambush has been compromised; we've been wiped out – please call back the second wave. Elendor has called upon a demon of war…" 

 "And is that the last message?" 

 "Yes sir," replied the bowing messenger of the support unit. A large circular tent stretched on forth from the middle. The night was young and news of the failed assault reached in due haste.

 "You may leave," said a gentleman dressed in uniform. The coat was very much decorated with badges, a shimmering piece of metal showed, *Commander Zu Lo*. Jet-black short hair gathered before the brows, neither was it parted nor combed. It stood straight and still before the wind and forces of nature. A sharp short mustache curled upwards gently. Each time he spoke or took a breath, the larger round nose would move subtly.