"It's been a pleasure to meet you. A shame under the circumstances however. I don't believe she would be aware. If she's so keen on punishing someone for something as foolish as what you've done, I can't see her keeping an eye on you. Something tells me she looks at her people as filth, not fit to be at the bottom of her heel. Of course, this is just an assumption. This encampment is under the protection of Braen, and the last place she would probably look. Not that she could look here if she wanted to. Otherwise, we'd have been overrun long ago."

She gave a smirk and chuckled darkly.

"If we require your services, I will send you a call. You'll know it when you see and or hear it depending on the situation."

Simply nodding a bit, he did bow this time. "Then... I shall see you soon," he said. It was obvious that she could call upon him any time she needed him. Although at his words, he took a few steps back, and melted into the shadows. It was just as obvious that his loyalty was where his well-being was. Clearly it was not with the Goddess.

Not even minutes later, he was back at the Divine camp, not far from Fenrir's tent.

Watching as he faded she muttered a soft 'good luck' before heading out of the tent to go about her business. All the troops still weren't here yet making it difficult to organize everyone. She had received word via letter that the final two captains would be in sometime soon which meant that the time was nearly at hand. With the possible aid of this new spy, things might get easier. Only time will tell.

Evening, General~

Asura finally returned to base, covered in so much blood that not a single inch of her previously white robes and snowy hair could be seen.

Yet miraculously, her headdress remained completely unscathed.

She hesitated as she touched down on the ground next to Zephyr's tent, but she decided not to accost her General at that time. Her current state was too unstable for anyone to be safe around her. So she turned on her heels and headed back to her rooms, her path marked by trails and footprints of blood.

As she neared her destination, her breathing became haggard as if she was exhausted to her bones. Her hands shook but remained clasped around her unsheathed blades with a vice-like grip. But she was not weary despite the three full days she had spent on the battlefield without rest, alone in the midst of the thickest of the fighting.

She could not remember how many thousands of Divines had died by her hands, but she could feel every swipe of her swords as she whirled through the blessed ranks like a dervish of white and gold. The dance of war trapped her mind and invaded her senses. It had been eons since she had completely unfettered the savage beast contained by her oath to Zephyr.

When she reached her room, barren of everything except for a table with a single lit candle, she sighed and leaned her back against the door.

"Killing is my only reprieve in this ludicrous world. But how many more lives must I take before Death himself comes for me?" she whispered as her sin-stained hair hid her eyes from the rest of the world. "Death, I wish you would arrive soon. There is nothing in existence that would thrill me more than the opportunity to turn you to ash. And yet... you always evade me... always just a few inches out of reach."

General Zephyr... perhaps... that is my curse.

..... cucumber!

Chamaros had returned from the battlefield her kimono covered in blood. She walked over to her General's tent and left a short note, "Anonimar has been slain."

Even if this wasn't true, since Fenrir had saved Anonimar, Chamaros was still victorious. She wasn't satisfied with just this though, she needed more.

Chamaros walked into a solemn tent she had long forgotten. "Have I really been trapped as a male for so long? I run this show and he trashes my room, filthy slob." She walked about the tent trying to tidy up a few things.

She quickly put a seal over the entrance to her tent to keep from others walking in. Chamaros changed out of her blood soaked kimono amongst the light of a giant candle. She liked this 'free' feeling when she changed and liked to do it often.

When she was satisfied in clean clothing, she released the seal and looked around the tent for something dear to her. A picture she held close to her, because of the age of the photo, you could barely tell if the person in it was a male, female, or Chamaros herself.

Her soft eyes glistened against the light of the candle as she looked at the photo and thought to herself, "Why... why such a feeling as this placed upon a girl like me? Such a shame..."

Chamaros sat back in a relaxed state, she deserved this, today she was victorious.

Aloha! i feel like i'm on the winning side for sure

Greetings, AcidDrop.

For anyone wondering, Zephyr hasn't vanished, I'm just busy finishing something up, once it's done, the storyline will continue.

I would never have thought our General might have vanished, I was guessing she is simply busy with her duties. -nods-

Hi, i decided to go with evil side...though at most times i would have gone with the other hahaha. but idk.. xD haha

We are glad to have more additions to the corrupt side. Make us proud.

I regret not joining sooner but I plan to do all I can for this army! 83

There is no excuse for tardiness! Stop wasting precious energy that you can spend killing Divines.

Now go to the battlefield and KILL!