The rift within the subjugation army deepened with each passing day.
Soldiers, forcibly gathered from different territories, had no sense of belonging to the army. To make matters worse, with supply lines dwindling, they were on the verge of starvation, which caused morale to plummet rapidly.
However, the biggest blow was the disappearance of their Supreme Commander, Ghislain.
Not only Ghislain, but even the Julien Mercenary Corps had vanished for several days. By now, everyone understood what that meant.
"That bastard’s insane. He stirred up all this chaos, and now where the hell has he gone?"
"Shouldn’t we surrender at this point?"
"If he really ran away… what’s going to happen to us?"
