Barely a minute ago.
Aito watched the carnage from behind the cover of his shield with astonishment. He never thought that the grenades would spread small diameter particles of ainium the size of specks of dust.
If he had to take a guess, these were small chips made from shaving off ainium with some kind of medieval grinding wheel. Probably….
No matter how it had been made, it did a marvelous job "shaving off" the sect's defenses that seemed to have replenished a little. At least that's what he thought, seeing their current numbers.
Aito went back inside his room and left the portal open to see if they would dare to come in. He prayed they'd be foolish enough to do so. He prayed, but no, there was no answer to his prayers as no one passed the portal.
"As predicted, we are surrounded. Fireballs and Arrows. Warriors are on standby. We'll proceed according to plan."
Behind him, Ogoro, wearing a full set of medieval armor, nodded.
