"With that said, take a rest. You look like shit right now. Leave the rest to us," comforted Asterion.
He was the only council member on Tranquil Isle right now. The location of the majority of them was kept secret; they were heading for the base of the invaders.
Despite feeling the immense weakness in him, Akira asked, "Will there be a war?"
"I hope not. There has never been a war on Azea and we would like to keep it like that. If a war sparks out, we are sure to not be the instigator," said Asterion.
With his ki, he looked through the small wooden tent. He saw an inflow of demi-humans walking tenderly into the campsite.
