"So that's their choice?"
Leonel watched this all happen from afar. It seemed odd that he could see things happening from tens of kilometers away so clearly, but it didn't seem like a problem for him in the slightest.
"Crakos, lead your men down the middle pass of the mountain."
Leonel seemed to speak to empty air, there wasn't a single soul on the mountain peak except for himself. Yet, in the instant he spoke, Crakos' men had moved out under his command.
"There are five White Knights in the group you're headed for. All five of them have strength surpassing your own, so be sure to follow my orders to a point."
Farialice thought that the demons were planning something secretive due to their odd actions… When the reality was that Leonel didn't have a large overarching plan. What he did have were many trump cards he was ready to deploy at a moment's notice.
