The six Earth Mages were afraid. After a thousand years of living, they had re-learned the word 'fear' once more.
This was a war they didn't need to be a part of. It was natural for them to feel concerned right now. This began between the Blumin and the Undrasils. They, the Crescents, had no part in it.
"W-We are…"
The Earth Mage leading the six spoke with difficulty. They looked at each other and saw the hesitation in each other's eyes.
"Don't forget our backer!" Yin shouted.
The six Earth Mages regained the clarity in their eyes. They took a deep breath before looking at Lawrend once again.
"Young King, you have our respects."
The six bowed towards Lawrend. It was a show of respect for his strength. In this world, the strong rule. Without sufficient strength, you could only follow under someone's lead.
"Do your worst. I'm ready," Lawrend replied calmly.
