WARNING!!! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS VIOLENCE AND BRUTALITY, PLEASE BE DISCREET AND PROCEED WITH CAUTION
The man sat in the highest chair, his piercing blue eyes glowing under the moonlight. His jaw was set hard and his grip on the arm rest was tight, making the wood creak before it broke into splinters.
His hired men quaked under the storm in his eyes, feeling their death edging closer. "How many of my troops were killed?"
"A-all of the troops you've sent aside from the troop leaders, Master."
"You mean aside from you blundering fools? Did you even participate in the fight or did you go straight to hiding?"
The sound of his teeth grinding made their hearts pound. His anger was like no other, it meant death and destruction. They waited for him to scream and lose his composure, but he remained calm.
"And Jackson?"