"So how will we decide what to do?" Noah asked with a smile on his face.
"We all five will launch a joint attack on the leader of those beasts while the other elders will take care of the weaker beasts," Aiden spoke at this time, and everyone nodded in agreement.
"What about those weaker beasts then?"
Noah looked to his side; a beautiful woman with raven hair had spoken. She was wearing a sheath dress that highlighted her dainty figure.
"West Village leader, what do you suggest?" Noah asked with a mysterious smile on his face.
"It is inevitable that the younger generation must fight the weaker beasts. However, considering their numbers, which are in the thousands, that would be troublesome. We might not even survive their first wave to begin with if we don't make proper barricades," she looked at everyone present.
