It wasn't long after we'd reached the rally point in the Westersand Desert when the horns of war began to echo throughout the region.
The two armies were gathered on opposite sides of a wide stretch of desert spanning miles apart. And although we were far away from each other, both armies could see the horizon beyond was tinged with the color of our enemies.
"So that's what a line of two hundred thousand soldiers looks like," Luca noted.
"Yep," I agreed. "Don't chicken out now, Luca…"
"As if," he countered. "Don't go dying on us when you meet Garm, Dean."
"As if," I fired back at him.
We bumped fists afterward.
I left Luca and Aura in charge of the unit while Varda, myself, Jensen, and a few aides made our way to the rear of the army where a command post had been set up in the place now called Folkor Oasis.
"You have to hand it to Garm… he really knows his way around fortifying a fairy fort," I whistled.
