After descending to the massive encampment, Nyx Falazar ignored the formalities and teleported outside the largest tent there. Within the tent were powerful auras belonging to Formation Realm Generals, yet she did not seem to give a single flying f*ck about that as she barged in.
"Hey, old man!" she shouted, all eyes focused on her. "My baby brother Knox is being bothered by a bunch of insects; help him out right now, or I'll reveal to your wife what you've been doing at night with all those barracks bunnies—"
"Now, now, General Nyx," the Grand General said with a twitching smile. "There's no reason you need to be so aggressive so early in the morning. You spoke of Knox? Your younger brother, Knox Falazar?"
"Who else, you old geezer!?" Nyx spat back, furrowing her brows, her patience running thin. "Quit it with the stupid questions and help me."
