Wusha said nothing, nor did she cast a single glance at the soldiers and generals; yet this did not mean she was oblivious to her surroundings. On the contrary, she perceived everything. She could sense a palpable air of dejection permeating the Black Flag Army—a heavy dread instilled in them by the enemy's three formidable experts.
When an army is consumed by such lethargy, it hovers on the brink of ruin. And then...?
Wusha understood all too well. Yet this war had not a single damn thing to do with her; everything depended entirely on her mood.
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