It must be said, nobody understands the people of Vellante better than the Vellanteans themselves.
Vanus, who had once served as a legion commander in the Eastern Legion, knew all too well the temperaments of those high-ranking officials.
Watching as the position at Broken Blade Mountain remained uncaptured, Lucien, seated on the bridge, grew restless and cursed under his breath.
"What is Modlin dallying for!"
The second unit of a thousand had already been fighting in the cave for quite a while, but despite the prolonged combat, they still hadn't taken the position.
Casualties were continuously carried out, and more people were sent in to replace them. In the blink of an eye, the entire unit had rotated completely, even the Sweeping Group under the unit was nearly wiped out!
Seeing this, unease inevitably rose in Lucien's mind.
Although it might sound far-fetched, he couldn't shake the feeling that these mutants were deliberately letting them in…
It was absurd.
