Later that morning, Dyon stood beside Ri, Delia and Arios in front of his army of a thousand.
On this day, the disparity between the demon generals and the orphans couldn't have been clearer. While the eyes of the demon generals shone with unyielding might and anticipation, the orphans shrunk, many shivering in terror.
There wasn't much Dyon could do. Sure, instilling them with confidence through music will would work, but, constantly relying on others would only be a detriment to them. He would let them sink into this feeling for a bit longer before doing something.
Currently, Dyon stood looking toward the Earth Tower and could see passed it to the pier. They were on the flat lands between the key tower and the mountain range at a place where the ground became decidedly rockier.
But, aside from Dyon's army, there were many questioning gazes being sent toward Dyon.
"What is he planning on doing with only a thousand men? Are the other elves really not helping?"
