"I declare death as your punishment," Ryan said coldly, his voice carrying through the wind as his squad members descended from the majestic wind bird, its massive wings flapping and unleashing a powerful gust that swept dust and tension across the battlefield.
"Kek Kek Kek!" The scarred man laughed, the sound harsh and guttural. His single eye glinted with amusement as he locked gazes with Ryan. "You know, for someone about to be buried under numbers, you sure talk big."
"Look around you," the silent executioner said, gesturing casually toward the massive army behind him.
Rows of armored men—five hundred strong—stood poised to rain chaos upon the Wysteria squad at a moment's notice. "You're outnumbered. Five hundred versus seven. We'll crush you and be at the royal capital before sundown."