"It worked."
As Luther stood on the ramparts of the East Border of the Lanthanor Kingdom, he gazed out at the approaching cloud of dust before speaking these words which made the heads of both Aran and Cassandra snap towards him.
Stationed on the borders since the Withering Leaf Sect had fled the Valley of Mist, all three commanders had been on edge due to the enemy that was currently hiding while they were out in the open.
After all, unlike the Sect, the Kingdom of Lanthanor couldn't possibly uproot itself and hide its location.
Hence, the past three days had been some of the most stressful in their lives.
As for the events surrounding the attack on the King, all three of them had almost set out the moment they received news about the incident.
