The commander's eyes only widened by the minute as he remained staring at the devastated remains of the cavern—his blood pressure soaring.
His mouth slowly fell open, hushed breaths escaping as he stared in disbelief—unable to believe his own eyes.
"What do you mean he scammed you?" His assistant who stood firm, calm and unbothered, asked. "Did you have a deal with him?"
Cold sweat slowly beaded the commander's face from stress, his expression darkening as the weight of the situation settled heavily upon him.
"W-well, kinda, yeah," he murmured in response.
"That race is only ever good at deceit, so why would you make a deal with him?" The assistant asked. "The only thing that makes them faithful is when you stake your soul in return," he said, his demeanor steady. "Did you?"
The commander's eyes slowly spun in their sockets, feeling the truth in his assistant's words slap him in the face.
"N-no," he managed to let out.
