Fozier and all his now ninety seven soldiers arrived inside ground 8.
Pablo and Draxus both jogged their way towards the first Marshal.
They had run enough to have sweat on their faces and they both were smart enough to talk before thinking.
At such times, Pablo was glad Flashy wasn't with him.
Stopping just in front of Fozier, Pablo bowed his head.
"What brings you here, first Marshal?" He asked.
Draxus remained behind Pablo with a straight face.
Fozier squinted his eyes at Pablo and his first words were :
"One of my soldiers died today."
'He died yesterday though.'
"Surely you jest." Pablo acted like he didn't believe Fozier.
"It's true."
Pablo raised his brows. "How is this possible? Was he ill?"
"Ill? Why do you ask that?" Fozier didn't understand.
"I mean, if it was your soldier then he must have died by some illness."
Fozier's gaze softened. "No. He has been killed."
Pablo widened his eyes.
