"Get ready." The whale's voice echoed, and everyone behind him focused.
With the battle above collapsing, the specters would start advancing toward the arena. It was impossible to just stay in a safe place and watch.
Now, with their group drastically reduced, it would be easier to protect them until the end. Alm and Bruno could have warned and even provided evidence of what was coming, but they chose to test those people. As they had said before, they weren't saints.
Given the uncertainties of this Convention, trying to protect so many weak individuals would be too risky. Of course, if everyone had acted differently, they might have found a solution. But the arrogance of those who had lived their lives being called geniuses was deeply ingrained in those fools.
The Berserkers were ordered to throw the heavy axes that the dwarves had brought in their spatial rings. Thus, the entire army of multiple races roared as they charged at the first wave of enemies.
