Chapter 54: Second strike

Duman knew that General Medaan had foreseen his arrival thanks to one of his subordinates, whose powers of clairvoyance were renowned even among other legions. 

Upon entering the tent, several people were already seated around a table in the center of the room. 

A dark-skinned man was in the lead in the main chair. His imposing presence attracted everyone's gaze and at the same time forced them to lower their heads. 

He was General Ambrose Medaan.

Despite his age of thirty-seven, his body was still fit and he was the strongest general among his rank. 

A burly man, far stronger and taller than Samael, reaching a little less than two meters. The Royal Legion uniform that clung to his body looked as if it would explode at any moment. 

Even among all those seated, he was the tallest. 

"I see that you all have finally returned, how was the trip?" Ambrose asked.