History Repeats Itself (1)

Spade frowned, and his heartbeat rapidly increased as this uneasiness inside of him grew. He was already pacing around inside the tent. The battle outside was also reaching the breaking point; the sounds of firearms or even explosions couldn't even make it to his concern. 

"Call them again." Spade ordered Serrien; he only called a few minutes ago, but he couldn't ease this worry inside of him. Perhaps it would only fade after he talked with Arren. 

There was still work for him to do and even responsibilities that he needed to attend to as the reason he came, but Spade couldn't care less at this moment. There was only one thing on his mind: Arren's safety. 

Although his mind couldn't focus on the battlefield, that didn't mean his subordinates were the same. The victory in this battle was inevitable, but Spade still couldn't shake the feeling that something was odd. 

His brows furrowed, loosening his suit. Spade couldn't sit still as he kept pacing around.