After Aron received word from T'kar about the southern race's decision, he was forced to work even harder to complete the formation.
However, time was not on his side. It didn't take long for a Drakar who had been assigned to scout to rush to the wall on which he stood. The Drakar was out of breath upon arrival, but it didn't hesitate to deliver the worrying news.
"They're coming…"
Even before the scout arrived, Aron had a feeling that the news it would bring was not good. But hearing the words caused him to frown. 'Dammit, we're so close…'
The formation was nearing completion but the time needed was still too much. He looked at the scout in the corner of his eye without showing the worries he had and asked. "Is it army?"
