These six hundred soldiers were a very formidable army. With them alone, Hadjar could’ve captured the entirety of Balium in a week. He sensed the echo of the auras of several Heaven Soldiers, so it would’ve taken him even less time.
Soon, all his calculations stopped. Compared to their commander, everyone else seemed unimportant, like a smoldering coal in the presence of a forest fire.
Sankesh lived up to his reputation. He sat at a strong oak table. His tan arms were as thick as Hadjar’s thighs, and Hadjar wasn’t exactly flimsy.
As for armor, the King of the Desert wore only gold bracers, greaves, and a chainmail skirt. His winged helmet lay next to him. His long, black hair lay on his shoulders, which looked like boulders that had been torn from a cliff. Nearby, set against the tab
