Xiulote's thoughts scattered among the pervasive smoke. His gaze was as elusive as a deity's. When he collected himself, Jiowar was already covered in blood, kneeling respectfully before His Highness.
"Jiowar, the Otapan Legion fought well! You have shown devotion to the Chief Divine, and also proven your loyalty to the Alliance!"
The Young Commander showed a warm smile, stepped forward, and lifted the "Coyote" Legion Commander. He was very satisfied with the performance of the Otapan Legion; the "Coyote" had been completely tamed.
"I am ready to die for Your Highness!" Jiowar clenched his fist over his heart and bowed his head in a salute.
Xiulote nodded and inquired.
"What are the casualties for the Otapan Legion?"
A redness appeared in Jiowar's eyes, his voice hoarse and trembling.
"A thousand injured, among them six hundred have fallen in battle."
Xiulote fell silent for a moment, then patted the "Coyote" forcefully on the shoulder.