His Regret
With their struggle, I had mistakenly bashed away my warrior and not the Rogue, sending him crashing to the ground a good distance away from the scene.
Oops.
With the force of the bash, everyone, including me, escorted the warrior with their gazes to see if he was still alive and when he groaned, we all turned back to Rogue who was still standing, free and dangerous.
“My Queen, he’s—” A General attempted to speak but I cut him off with a gesture of my hand.
I looked at the Rogue who wasn’t actually a Rogue— but a Reignile warrior. I had noticed the mark underneath his arm— a Canine symbol engravement, which symbolized that he was a Reignile warrior as only Reignile warriors could possess suc
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