I Really Can't Help You

The moment Sank-Uk's life was snuffed out in the enemy ambush, Jake and Hephais stiffened almost imperceptibly, a grim frown hardening their features.

"We fucked up." The assassin smirked sardonically as he thrust his dagger into the heart of a Shimmer attempting a backstab, not even bothering to look.

"I figured it would go down like this anyway," Jake conceded without a trace of remorse as he cleaved through another enemy with a brutal diagonal slash.

Switching effortlessly to a reverse grip, he skewered two Light Warriors lined up attempting to stab him from behind and clarified, "His soul should be resilient enough to last a while without degrading. If he's still himself by then, I might just bring him back."

He wouldn't do it for just anyone, but the 3000-man commander knew his true identity and had proven to be reliable so far.