Ibro felt a deep cold shiver in his spine. He was on the doorstep of death. He felt really lucky that he had Dronil by his side. If not he would have died by now. He looked at the leader with a pale face and said:
"You should warn everyone that came here."
"You are kidding, right? It took me all this trouble to convince you. I warn others? That will be impossible. No one will believe me."
His words seemed logical to Ibro. He really didn't believe him till the last moment. Without Dronil he would still suspect this leader's words. That made him felt terrible. What he should do now?
Was there no other way out from this catastrophe? If he wanted to help them win this war, then he wasn't enough. He was just one person. His powers were very weak. What should he do then?
"Do you know how long before the end of this war?"
"We still have time. Don't worry; you will help us win this war."
"I really doubt that."
