"Great General Ceythie, shouldn't we intervene?" A stern-looking trusted officer inquired, the furrow between his brows deeply knit.
Perched like the enemy legion's general atop a hill, the woman leading the Ironsoul Berserkers and her senior officers had not missed the massacre the Mumaks had just wreaked in their ranks. The appropriate response would be to mobilize a counterforce of similar quality.
Usually, that's how they proceeded, but the fierce Great General shook her head, her arms crossed in a stoic demeanor.
For those who didn't see the messages on Discord, I was with my family for New Year's and got back later than expected last night. Daily releases will resume without interruption from now on. It's one of my New Year's resolutions for 2024, for what it's worth.