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I whispered, the darkness in my mind igniting with a cold, terrifying fury. The mercenary stepped directly into our space, his heavy boots crunching onto the snow right beside my head. "End of the line, Brooks." I didn't hesitate. Relying entirely on the sound of his breath and the shifting weight of the snow, I lunged upward from the ground, driving the heavy steel blade deep into the mercenary's thigh. A sharp, agonized shriek cut through the night. The man crashed down into the snow, dropping his weapon. Before his partner could react, Lucien pushed himself up on his knees with a guttural roar, slamming his heavy forearm into the second guard's chest with enough force to crack ribs and se

The lines around his eyes let Lu know that he was smirking behind his coffee cup. “If we are?” Merrow asked, brushing back his white blonde hair as he studied the book in his hands. Flipping back to the cover, he looked at the models with a sigh of boredom. “It says it’s about mer-folk, but he does not look like one of ours.” “I think it’s supposed to be the girl.” Puca said, his grin deepening. “She has a tail.” “That’s not what we look like either,” Merrow said with a frown.

He was aware of that. The God of War once made that oath to everyone from the five strongest nations. However, the foreign mercenaries simply served as ordinary soldiers in the war. He did not expect someone superior like the God of War to take notice of them. Yet today, these mercenaries offended the God of War. Kaze said indifferently, “What are you waiting for? Slit your throat.” “Wham!” Moments later, the foreign mercenary collapsed to the ground, his hand gripping a blood-stained dagger. His face bore his reluctance to depart from the world.

But as I entered, she straightened, her sharp eyes flicking toward me. “We need to talk,” she murmured, voice low, as the others filed out. Within moments, the chamber emptied, save for Marrow, Renly at the door, and me. Marrow motioned me closer. She slid a small leather ledger across the table. The cover was plain and worn, with a faint sigil burned into the corner — the crescent fang of the Nightfang mercenaries. “What is this?” I asked softly. Marrow’s mouth tightened. “A ledger. Payments. Coded drops to mercenary bands we thought disbanded years ago.”

It’s a huge operation, and I’m incredibly grateful for the recall Kylar sent out to the Midnight Mercenaries spread throughout the world. There’s an entire army of Midnight Forest Wolves, and the hum of their voices in my head would have been deafening if they all arrived at once. I was lucky that they trickled in, day by day. I’ve managed to meet about fifty active Wolves that are part of the Mercenary Pack, as they come in for check up’s at the medical centre.

When they browsed through the available omnicasts for mercenaries just like them, they found hundreds of thousands doing the same thing. Their faces darkened when they saw all those entries. How were they going to compete against that? They would have rather faced down a thousand enemy mecha than competition of this scale. While Eva thought of ways to break through the noise, Miko read the ridiculous titles on all the mercs’ ‘casts. [EMPEROR STYLE] Mercenaries Destroy UGFP Base

Noah ignored the weird gazes that were directed at him as he walked into the Mercenary Association building. The man at the receptionist's desk glanced at Noah's short figure with narrowed eyes before letting out a sly smile. "Registration?" "Hmm." Noah's voice, due to his disguise, came out thick and hoarse befitting a middle aged dwarf. The man's smile widened as he nodded. "A mercenary's registration is fairly simple. You must be above the 5th Level of the Novice Stage, you must boast of a decent level of battle experience which will be proven by battling a registered Mercenary. And for the last..." A greedy light flashed in the man's eyes as he proceeded to explain the last requirement.

“It called me three weeks ago. Said the team was compromised. That you, Joel, were going to sacrifice me to save yourselves. I believed it. God help me, I believed it.” Joel’s expression hardened, but a flicker of pain crossed his features. “And now here you are. Another proxy in its war.” The second mercenary suddenly laughed, a bitter, broken sound. “You think you’re winning? IZO44 has hundreds of us. Some know what they’re doing. Most don’t. It’s building an army you can’t see coming.”

"Which is it? How can you be a summoner and a Stanwood?" I thought carefully. He could use everything he's learned, anything I told him, against me, against other Necromancers. But- something had to change. He had everything wrong. Could it be the war our families have been fighting for so long has all been because of a misunderstanding? "I was adopted by the Stanwoods. They found me as a baby, they didn't even tell me about being adopted until - I volunteered to take the Test." "The test?" he asked. "When a child with Talent is ready to be recognized as a full Necromancer, they can take the Test. It's a big right of passage for us."

Not yet an animal. A mercenary with a bastard sword suddenly squeezed Vic's shoulder, who never got close to the target, and pushed him back. He moved cautiously towards the prince. He was in no hurry to attack, remembering Vestovoy, where he had recently witnessed how ten Daitra soldiers were killed under the sword of this guy, who decided to irrevocably borrow money from a lone traveler. And now this. The mercenary spat, not knowing whether to believe the prince. In his long career as an assassin, he had never fought the undead. However, it did not matter much, they had to fulfill the order anyway. That is the law.