(Leo's POV)
As the DarkSky guild members who had advanced beyond the walls to challenge the Uprising began their retreat back to Bernabeu City, the next phase of the war officially commenced.
"Steady now, Dumpy. There's no need to chase them into the city. Let them retreat for now," Leo instructed, raising a hand to halt his companion's instinct to pursue, as he chose to wait and observe for now.
"As you command, Lord Father," Dumpy croaked obediently. His massive 15-foot frame shrinking as he compressed down into a tiny 5-inch form to conserve stamina for now.
"Charge after them, WhiteSabers! Don't let them run"
A commanding voice said from behind them, as when Leo turned, he saw the WhiteSaber guild master leading his men into war, as he rushed past Leo and Dumpy, passing them with a courteous nod.
"All the best–" Leo said, nodding back, as he paused and observed the WhiteSaber guilds attempt to enter Bernabeu.
