"The beast army? Are you certain?" Arnold asked.
Warmridge was now fighting a civil war. All of their experts were occupied so it would be a disaster if the beast army would attack them now. Thousands of lives will be lost and the few survivors will be left homeless.
"I'm not too sure, but if I were the leader of the beast army, I would use this opportunity to attack. Sir Arnold, we need to act no matter how small the chance that this will happen."
"I understand your concern, but we can't leave Northern Trance defenseless. Even if we send more troops, the most we can send are two Nascent Soul Espers and an army of lower-rank Espers." Arnold replied in a serious voice.
"That's more than enough. I will lead the next batch to Warmridge."
Aethelwolf's reply shocked him. "You mean you're going to head there yourself?"
"Yes!"
