"General Grendon, should we not enter the battlefield?" Said one of the men riding the Sarabam by Grendon's side as they looked on to the war field.
Grendon laughed at his man and began talking.
"Haha, shouldn't I at least give some big entrance? If it isn't for my brother I wouldn't even have stepped into this land."
"But, your highness..."
"Haha, let us wait until the right time. This seems rather entertaining."
Grendon said and looked down straight at a man who dashed towards a devil. ANd for some reason, he sensed something odd from this peculiar man.
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