The portal Blair created brought John and his army directly onto the barricaded gates of Blackwood.
They looked around the now war-ruined buildings and streets of Oak city, anxiety instantly settling in their guts, their once fierce spirit is now shaken with the fear of death and eradication.
John saw the look on their face and sighed, 'You were screaming and roaring back in Saroà, now that we're really here in the middle of it, are you growing cold feet? Do you wish to retreat even before the battle starts? Well I'm afraid there is no going even if you want.'
'We do not wish to go, my lord.' A fearless teenager stepped forward, 'We came to fight and that is what we will deliver.'
'Aye!' The men barked, beating their chest in unison.
Zion was close when he heard noises coming from outside. He rushed and open the gate, taking stock of John with an army of hundreds behind him.
'Brother.' He dashed into John's arms. John hugged him tightly,
