Standing on the terrace of the building in the middle of the large, near-empty surface that was the secondary headquarters of the Church, Jonah watched as a wave of tiny individuals could be seen off in the distance, to the east, where he knew the Mainland and the Church lay.
The Saint's appearance had been so wholly out of the norm that all of the commanders and even the Bishop had needed a few moments to recover from the fact that one of the leaders of the Church had arrived, in person, to help in this disastrous expedition.
Different commanders reacted to it in different ways. A significant portion gained confidence, as they knew that the Saint could flatten Angaria in one blow if he wished. They took solace in the fact that his appearance would mean that they would obtain victory no matter the cost, so when they received instructions directly from him, they went about their duties with renewed zeal and energy.
