"The Branch will arrive in a few hours, General Fran."
"Already? Has it been 4 weeks already since it started moving from Jotunheim?"
Inside a well-lit tent, the old woman that Charles had tasked to assassinate Van was currently talking with one of her subordinates. And as the two moved around the tent, each of their footsteps caused the ground to light up, with tiny embers flickering and dancing around their feet as they walked.
There weren't any torches or candles inside the tent, as the ground itself was enough to brighten it up entirely.
"Are our men ready?" The old woman called General Fran then peeked out of her tent, only to see almost hundreds of people running and hustling about, with most of them either training their body or sparring.
