Exile hummed as he stared at the entirety of the Sommerdan army gathered in front of their ships. His eyes scanned the wooden spiked fences set up as rough defences and the expressions of the warriors behind them. 'They're worried about another battle.' Exile frowned when he understood that.
When he thought about it, it made sense. Their invasion had already failed, and a defeat here could see many of them dying, with the remnants becoming slaves. Exile could see that Parthus had arranged the army's formation to place many warriors near the ships.
'Why bother? Unless he expects to save his army.' Exile became sure that was what Parthus was thinking. However, Exile did not like what that implied. After all, it meant that Parthus was confident in his ability to escape the situation they had put him in.
