The night was deep and quiet, and candlelight flickered inside the tent.
The allied army's commander sat upright at his desk, frowning as he flipped through a book.
In an unnoticed corner, a shadow slipped into the tent like a fish gliding beneath the ice, then merged with the darkness in the blink of an eye.
The commander's fingers paused. He closed the book and set it down. "Anzhi."
The shadow emerged from the darkness, gradually twisting into Lin Su's form. Lin Su stood in the corner, staring intently at the commander. Paired with the scene, he seemed to bring with him a strange, chilling sense of dread.
The commander said, "Anzhi, what brings you here so late at night?"
"Why did you agree to release the ancient diseases?"
If he, as the commander, had firmly opposed it, this never would have gone through! The middle-aged man who had first proposed it was also the commander's subordinate, and his family depended on the great clans behind the commander. Lin Su didn't believe this proposal had been made without the commander's approval. He had wanted to get a clear answer for days, but he was under too much surveillance, and the commander had also been deliberately avoiding him. With no other choice, he had risked sneaking into the tent at night.
The commander asked in surprise, "I thought Anzhi wouldn't come to ask. And you're the last person who should be questioning me. If the disease got out of control, wouldn't that be exactly what you wanted? Given how much you despise humanity's base nature, wouldn't you be happy to see the disease spread across the world?"
Lin Su fell silent for a moment.
The commander gazed gently into his eyes. It took only a few breaths for Lin Su to