Emong knelt in front of General Hiro, who, in his perspective, was looking down on him with contempt and anger in his eyes. Emong maintained his sights on the floor, readying himself to grovel at some point when the general would give his decree. He closed his eyes and prayed to every god he knew. Hell, he would've prayed to any evil god just to be alive.
"Emong," he heard the general say. He gulped down his saliva and fearfully looked at the general. He saw the general smirk at him.
"Denaire," he heard him say. "Is this the courageous fellow you said were helping you?"
Emong furrowed his brows in confusion. Courageous? Helping? And Denaire? What is going on?
"Hiro, of course he'll look like that because an enemy general just called him."
"Well, he should have shown something like a b
