The march of Black and Gold continued despite that strange encounter.
From a single glance, it is obvious that nobody truly heeded the strange words of that stranger they met.
Eventually, they arrived at a point where the Last Bastion was visible to them.
Labolas was mildly surprised by what he saw, though he would never admit this out loud even if hell froze.
When was the last time that a lesser race made an impression on him? Labolas couldn't recall anymore. But this time it's different. Still, that doesn't mean anything.
To him, it's just an impression, nothing more. And Francis might say the same.
This was also the first time that they'd seen the locals of this world. They saw them in a battle formation, waiting outside their territory as if they were anticipating their arrival.
