Dolemeck was not happy with what he read in the papers. It reminded him about his own time, when there were so many wars over land. But this level of violence? It was inhuman to him.
After taking a long sip of his tea, Dolemeck placed the empty mug in the sink and moved towards his own room. He grabbed his dirks and his trench coat, putting them on. It was time to prepare for a war, as he had no doubt that Nightstalkers would be involved in the chaos.
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