.Back to The Present...
'King Valthor, please tell the alliance's chiefs to prepare their armies for the counter-attack.' Felix requested.
Although King Valthor said nothing in response, Felix knew that he had accepted his request begrudgingly.
"It's finally happening." Chief Drogath commentated as he appeared next to Felix. A look of distress could be seen in his eyes like he wasn't certain about the future.
"It will be fine, chief." Felix comforted him with a serious tone, "I will never let anything bad happen to the Mire Marauders tribe."
As Felix expected in the past weeks, Chief Drogath wasn't pleased with his plan but he still accepted it, understanding that it was their best way to save their tribe.
"Good luck."
"Let's go fatty."
