47 potential enemies remained:
A remnant from the Saltspray Pirates, hailing from the Magic Kingdom.
A squad of Holy Country Legionnaires.
Two squads from the Sleeping Country to the north.
And lastly... the two potentially from the Free Nation, Tycondrius' home of origin.
"Yo, LT..." Krysaos whispered. "Those big... metal bull things-- what are they?"
Tycon narrowed his eyes to sharp squints.
"They're... Gorgons..."
He did not like Gorgons.
Even saying the word aloud instilled a dull ache in the middle and back of his head.
Gorgons were chimerical abominations crafted in some mad Wizard's lab, centuries prior, remnants of the mad Wizard weapons race of the era.
