After splitting up the area of attack between the S-rank adventurers, the young man prepared himself for the upcoming battle.
Namely by sharpening his blades, which are daggers made out of the bones of a True Dragon he slain before.
So, when the wizened man found the young man, he was greeted with the sight of the S-ranker doing his regular preparation.
"Sir, we are waiting your command." The wizened man said.
The young man did not even look at the older man as he asked, "And the others. Are they in position?"
"Yes, sir. We have received messages they are in their respective camps." The older man answered.
Nodding, the young man stood up before stretching his back, a bloodthirsty smirk soon making its way on his face.
"Good, let's get going then. We have a Nation to clean up."
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