"Maybe they're not as smart or strong as we thought they were."
An intense frown appeared on Elesha's face.
She narrowed her eyes at Dekon. The Warbringers might be filled with the elite of the elite of the world Vortharion, but they were far from angels. Neither were they noble.
Their god, Nex, only valued power and strength. He cared little for the kind of people he was granting it to.
Elesha knew for sure that more than ninety percent of them were made up of murderers and rapists, the worst of the worst of the Vortharian people.
Elesha herself hated that fact more than anyone. The Warbringer title was one of honor and respect. It should be that. Their members should reflect that. But the reality was the opposite.
To call such vile people comrades had grated at her. Still, she had no choice.
When their god Nex gave an order, the entire world of Vortharion followed without complaint.
