Oddly enough, Athan had to set aside his concerns with her and tackled the important matter at hand. He beckoned everyone to gather round near the outpost, loud clamors from their thuds and as they donned their armors to their bodies to prepare themselves for the upcoming battle.
While at it, Sylvester came to his side, whispering, "Your Highness, your ghoul armies are on their way here."
"Very well." Upon nodding, he looked around how most of them get to their formation, lining up to different ranks. "Anything else?"
"I'm afraid none. We only await what… Lady Mystique had to say at this moment."
Sylvester peered at Arnold, who crouched as he set up the phone below a pile of stones with magic stones on top of it.
