Meanwhile, the soldiers of the Black Plain Army were standing with their backs to the place from where Minos had arrived, still unsure whether he would come or not.
"How are we going to hold these people back, Eduard?" One of the Spiritual Emperors in that group asked this Captain, the leader of the group of dozens of soldiers.
Each of them kept paying attention to the few Spiritual Saints there as they did their best to stop or even prevent such enemies from causing their deaths.
Minos' army had specialized in collectively fighting battles against stronger opponents, so they were still there for that reason alone.
But they were all sweaty and bleeding, with wounds of various intensities, as they tried to hold their fighting positions.
Eduard then said. "We will only do what is necessary until His Imperial Majesty arrives..."
