Haze of Fear
After making their snarky remarks, they finally disappeared into a cloud of snow and a stream of winds that completely covered up their appearance and presence.
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When the four commanders finally came back, they were filled with resolution but were hesitant to sit at the table.
Whether that was from fear, anxiety, or possibly just being weary of us, we couldn't tell as their resolve was so strong it might as well have been an iron wall.
"So, ready to work under us?" I smiled.
"We'll work under you until this damn war is finished, but if we ever see that our lives or potentially too many of our fellow mages are in danger, then we'll retreat, leaving you to die," Owen announced, placing his foot down and trying to gain some kind of negotiation power.
But, all of us weren't happy with his answer, causing us to slump down in our chairs and frown as we eyed the squad.