Chapter 159. The Massacre: pt. 2

Tom's POV

I returned to the camp base quite late at night. The moon was surprisingly bright, illuminating every detail of the night. It cast the shadows of the trees of the nearby forest onto our camp. From a distance, I could hear the light snores of the southern soldiers, exhausted by the journey from the south to Ghysem. A few of them roamed the area to guard against our soldiers from the north.

I had put on the appearance of Volkov as I neared the area.

"You are back, captain." One of them had sighted me from a distance. He rushed over to greet me. "We had grown quite worried but did not want to leave the base."

"Why would you be worried?" I asked without even a slight smile. From the time I had observed Volkov, I knew that be rarely smiled. He was a man who took every bit of life serious as if he constantly ha