CH411 Commander and Subcommander
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Baron Leland Helton wore a grim expression as he surveyed the chaos below from the command tower of the fortress castle.
Unconsciously, his aura seeped out, weighing heavily on everyone within the chamber.
3-Star Gold Rank.
Technically, this placed him at the late stage of the Elite Realm by Verdantis standards—though by Pangean combat quality, that made him closer to a mid-stage Elite.
The three Gold-ranked fortress Sub-commanders standing behind him fared no better; their faces were tight with concern and disbelief.
"Damn these invaders!" one of the Sub-commanders—Franklin—snarled as he slammed a fist against the window frame. "Who invades a fortress and then resorts to guerilla warfare inside it?!"
"A smart commander," another Gold rank, Arvegil, replied flatly. "Why clash head-on with superior numbers when your smaller force can stay mobile and grind them down?"
Franklin turned, eyes blazing. "Whose side are you on, Arvegil?"
