Cannons mounted the high reinforced walls, especially dense; they were in the position of Brinx and its flanks. It seemed as though the current chief in command wasn't as nonchalant to the war as expected, but he was waiting for shipments to arrive so they could prepare for war.
However, Aza'zel wasn't about to sit by and let them have it easy. After some thought, he issued a command in his heart, triggering the formation of the Evil Grounds once more to send waves of Abominations to assault the borders in a fanned-out manner.
The ground groaned and quacked under the vultures' feet as they took a position not very far from the dungeon's entrance, confusion riddling their faces as they exchanged looks.
"I'm suddenly having this bad feeling… Let's pull back from this position," the man with the binoculars spoke all of a sudden. From everyone around, only two or three people took his words seriously, but luckily enough, one of them was the team leader.
