Marco’s POV
I heard the guards groaning, their voices rough and weary, like men who hadn’t slept in days.
In a state of emergency such as this, sleep should have been the last thing on their minds—so why were they lamenting? Curiosity drew me closer to listen.
“When we find those rogues,” one of them said bitterly, “we should make them pay for what they’re putting us through.”
“Indeed,” another muttered. “As if the routines and drills weren’t already brutal enough. Now we’re marching into battle without any prior notice.”
“Yes, but that’s what we do as warriors,” someone countered, his voice calm but firm.
“Yes, and that’s what we usually do,” another protested, “but combining all this mental and physical strain—it’s becoming unbearable.”
“That’s no one’s fault,” another replied. “
