Author POV
“Your death angel.”
When he saw the strange figure forcing its way into Alaric's tent, the young commander abruptly stopped and drew his sword swiftly, pointing it at the intruder. Young Alaric scanned the figure from top to bottom, trying to figure out which village or clan the enemy was from.
However, the figure was mostly covered in a wide black cloak, with only a bit of hand and parts of the nose and mouth visible.
The figure in the black cloak muttered to themselves suddenly, making young Alaric furrow his brow at their strange behavior.
"Nightshade... you truly excel in battle."
"Who are you?"
"You are indeed skilled in battle, but have you ever thought about what happens to the places you conquer? Have you ever turned around to see the suffering of those because
