All of us heroes who had participated in the skirmishes abroad were already recovered; the time was approaching to lend a hand...
Shiro, Karslan, Darius, Zendra and I headed to each of the tunnels. Birta and the emperors remained as reinforcements in the rear; surely they would have their roles already planned later.
The echo of the footsteps of thousands of exiles began to resonate in the stone. They had no reason to hide; sometimes the fear of presence was a weapon in itself in a battle, but they did not expect the welcome that we had prepared for them.
At the bottom of the tunnels, a true army was seen in formation: five exiles perfectly armed and waiting for the order to charge... The lines were countless, or at least that's what our heightened senses said.
We all waited in our positions... the tension could be chewed in the air in those seconds.
