"Yes, I will tell Kron and Atran" the ice mage replied, fully in agreement with the theory of the young Master of Okstorm.
When the two generals climbed the stairs chatting to each other, the magician looked at them and they stopped, ready to receive orders.
"I don't know how you're going to gather them all, but I need your warriors to get together inside the arena now. No one excluded" Kranus exclaimed, looking both of them in the eye and making them realize he was talking seriously.
"Of course, sir. I'll call them one at a time myself, if necessary" Kron diligently replied, kneeling slightly out of respect and walking away without adding anything else.
Atran bowed his head, taking his eyes off his superior and following his colleague, with the aim of gathering the soldiers of Outpost 1.
"Okay, now we just have to wait... when all their men will be ready, we can..."
"Sir!"
