What difference could one man possibly make when facing more than five hundred people at once, nearly half of them awakened beings with years of experience in killing?
And what difference could he make when their objective had become so nakedly clear? They intended to slaughter anything and everything that stood before them.
Luke drew a deep breath as he stared at the crowd of men trampling over the bodies of their fallen comrades, showing not even the slightest hint of sympathy for the dead.
If anything, the sight of blood seemed to have only sharpened their bloodlust, leaving them eager to charge forward.
Kalish suddenly spoke up. "You are going too far. So many of your men have already died, and yet you still believe you can rule the tribe after this?"
Regath let out a mocking snicker. "It's no longer about ruling anything, Kalish. It's about my damn pride, and your boy has bruised it."
Luke's eyes darkened.
