Rhys took in the sight of the battlefield.
It was his first time partaking in a large scale war like this.
His old self would have ran away for fear of his dear life, but right now, he was a brave,strong man eager to test out his new abilities .
He was a dual Cultivator and his abilities had improved vastly, he had unlocked new skills as well.
[ I'm not very optimistic about our chances ] Alvin said.
Rhys didn't respond, his eyes and mind were fixated somewhere else.
It wasn't until he saw the figure running towards them that he snapped out of it. The man had a short, matted blond hair with wild, unkempt hair covering most of his face. His clothes were ragged. He was clutching something in one arm. A small object about the size of a football. The figure looked around wildly before finally throwing himself down.
He looked up at them, fear flashing in his eyes.
