"How long do you need?" Noah asked King Elbas.
"Half a day," King Elbas replied without stopping placing formations on the destroyed ground. "According to my calculations, the reinforcements will arrive when I reach the last stages of the inscription."
Noah didn't disturb King Elbas anymore at that point. His army had already secured the perimeter, and each rank 8 existence was in charge of large platoons. They only had to wait for their opponents now.
No one dared to speak. That was the tensest moment of the mission. Success in defending King Elbas would lead them home safely. Failure would keep them stuck in those foreign regions.
Divine cultivators, hybrids, and magical beasts could spend those hours in a fraction of a training session. That time was nothing more than seconds in their minds. Yet, it felt like an eternity in that situation.
"They are here," Noah whispered at some point, and his words spread through the whole army.
