Midas surveyed his growing forces as they assembled rapidly, moving with precision and discipline that one could only gain if they stood at the edge of death for long enough.
This was a mental strength and discipline that had been drilled into their very bones due to the struggles they had overcome.
This time, they had found themselves amid another struggle. They had no choice but to step up.
Each battalion was falling into place, forming lines and positions in a practised manner. Midas's heart paced with anticipation seeing their confidence despite the massive thing approaching from the distance.
Julio was at the front, briefing lieutenants and captains of teams on some tactics that had been set up for situations exactly like this. Jasmine was doing the same, and when she noticed Midas' eyes upon her, she smiled and waved at him like the loving girl she was, eliciting a smile on Midas' face.
