The next few weeks flew by as the preparations for war began, they plotted their plan of attack strategies and they rationed meals, supplies, and health kits for each party. Ana stood in her tent as she watched Wesleynard being fit in his armor It was a spectacle to behold. Wesleynard, clad in his full plate armor, stood tall and proud, his eyes reflecting the determination within him. Beside him, a team of blacksmiths worked diligently to ensure that every piece of his armor was in perfect condition. Ana watched in awe she had always felt he resembled an angel or a god but right now he looked like a saint, her husband was incredibly powerful and for the first time she could truly acknowledge his prowess, "Looks like it's time already, isn't it?" She asked as she approached him gently from behind.