'What are we waiting for?' Milo wondered, another month had gone by without anyone taking any actions, both sides seemed to be waiting for the other to act, but that was clearly wrong, the undeads were growing in strength and influence every single day, surely, the ones in charge were preparing for something but that still seemed too slow.
He was standing near the edge of the barrier, on its inside, standing as a lookout even though no one had told him to do this, Helena had just gone by and as such, the last thirty seconds of so had been spent in some sort of vegetative state as he looked at her walking away.
Not getting bored of the view even after multiple years by this point.
Milo sighed, he had originally been planning on proposing after they both graduated from the academy, but fate had decided otherwise, the both of them alongside every student had been scooped up and drafted into a war against the undead, something that could not exactly be ignored.
