After the meeting with Earl Delvin Manchester, Arthur made his way to the base of the Black Dragon regiment.Nicholas already informed of his coming ahead of me time was waiting for him at the base gates."Welcome my lord." Nicholas greeted Prince Arthur with respect."How do you do Nicholas, how's everything?""Everything has been running smoothly your highness. Thanks to your generous sums." Nicholas replied with a smile on his face.By this time they had almost reached the command center of the base."And how's the spy doing?" Arthur asked.Nicholas straightened immediately. "Your Majesty, we've treated his wounds and provided him with good food and drinks, as you instructed. He's been given fresh clothing, plain but clean. I have also assigned a rotating guard to monitor him closely. So far, he hasn't made any sudden moves, but he's been quietly observing everything."Arthur gave a small nod of approval. "And the guards. Are they speaking to the prisoner regularly? Trying to bui

Arthur was lost in his thoughts as he rode Destrier towards the Black Dragon regiment mercenary camp base.He was thinking about how to quickly finish the issues concerning the Crimson Shield gang at mordor as reports from this morning recorded at least 10 deaths, during the week.Soon he arrived at his destination.Once inside he saw all the members of the Black Dragon regiment standing at attention in front of the command tower, all of them, waiting for his arrival.He dismounts from his horse as Nicholas signalled to a nearby stable man to immediately tend to the prince's horse.Arthur then climbed on the mounted podium as he surveyed the crowd in front of him.His expression hardened as he began speaking, "All these while, I have been building up resources to train you all into a formidable force, one that would be feared greatly by all who hears about your reputation."He pauses...."I know that some of you have been tired of the ever rigorous trainings you have passed through a

The two men hesitated, but they didn’t back down.One cracked his neck, flexing thick fingers with slow menace. The other grinned wide, revealing a row of yellowed teeth."Then come take us." the first man growled, spitting at Jeffery's boots.Jeffery exhaled, a short, focused breath. And then, his gaze sharpened like a drawn blade."On my command." he said. His voice was calm, but the command beneath it rang clear.And then he moved.There was no wasted motion. No hesitation. In the blink between one heartbeat and the next, Jeffery surged forward, his baton drawn from its holster in a blur of dark steel and motion. The first thug raised his fists, swinging wide with brute force, but Jeffery was already inside his guard. He ducked low, his boot sliding across the dust, and drove his shoulder hard into the man’s gut. A whoof of expelled breath burst from the thug as he stumbled backward.But Jeffery didn’t stop.In a single fluid sweep, he hooked the man’s legs out from under h

The mid-day sun bore down on Mordor’s civilian market, casting long, jagged shadows between crowded merchant stalls and the weaving foot traffic of townsfolk. The square buzzed with life—children dashed between carts, chasing a half-deflated leather ball; vendors hawked their wares with booming voices, each trying to outshout the next; the scent of sizzling meat tangled with the earthy musk of old stone, sweat, and horse dung.And in the midst of it all stood Tyler.He wasn't lurking in an alley. Nor was he tucked away in some shady corner.He stood right there, in the center of the chaos, as if daring the sun itself to challenge him. Calm. Still. His arms folded across his chest, flanked by two silent lackeys trailing behind him.On the surface, he looked like any other weary traveler, dressed in plain leather armor, a sun-bleached brown cloak draped loosely over his shoulders, a dust-caked satchel hanging at his side. But the moment anyone’s gaze met his eyes, they knew.This

"Commander! Commander!! Emergency back up signal—civilian market!"The office door slammed open as a breathless officer in a smart uniform rushed inside, his boots leaving scuffed trails on the polished floor.Commander Keith’s eyes snapped up from the paperwork he was reviewing. His chair scraped back as he stood, voice sharp. "What happened? Speak clearly."The officer took a quick breath, chest rising. "Sir, a distress signal was fired—standard distress signal for officer down. Location is confirmed as the civilian market. Visual confirmation from three patrols."Keith’s face hardened immediately, the atmosphere in the room shifting."Which unit was assigned to that patrol zone?" he asked, already striding toward the door."Team Three, sir. Jeffery, Rubby, Micheal, Carlos, and Royce."Keith froze for a half-second.Not because of doubt, but because he knew exactly what this meant.They engaged first yesterday. First arrest of the Crimson shield members. First message. "Damn i