"TROOPS OF BELLCEPHORA KINGDOM! WE WERE GIVEN A CHANCE! REORGANIZE AND PREPARE DEFENSE! MAKE THEM REGRET THE DAY THEY TRIED TO FOOLISHLY TRAMPLE ON OUR KINGDOM!"
"YES!"
The necromancer commanded, and everyone who was able to straighten their back saluted in unison, even the general and the freshly freed commoners.
The earth magicians got to work and freed their trapped comrades, then they divided back into platoons and companies and applied themselves to the necromancer's command to the accompaniment of the hammer strikes from the other side.
"...my lady, I am glad that you are joining us, but... things don't look that good, do they?"
General Victureo looked over his forces before leaning toward the gold-haired corpse puppet and whispering while motioning with his chin toward the black sky.
There, the occasional bursts of fire revealed the silhouette of an enormous dragon weaving and dodging in the air with a magician on its back.
