Something dark echoed within Kir as he heard those final words from the General.
A sense of resonance with his prior life.
Dark knowledge.
Pervasive evils wrought of greed and oppression, carved into a stagnated society... One that saw power only through destroying those who tried to break free.
And he remembered the sense of a responsibility to... someone... some people... But they had to stay hidden... like an underground nation...
"I need a fight," Amarena growled, shoving herself away from the table with enough force to make it shift.
"The sparring grounds are on the west side of the camp," Sreev said. "Do not kill anyone."
Amarena turned without a word and stomped off. Noir tried calling after her but quickly gave up.