Time, like the wind, arrived and left without a trace.
After more than half a year, the Lanque once again made its way to the depths of the Black Shen Swamp, to a secluded spot familiar to them. The airship suddenly halted its advance, suspended mid-air.
On the deck, Ivan glanced at the slope and puddles below, then turned to the people behind him and said,
"Everyone, I'm counting on you this time."
"Sorcerer Ivan, you're too polite."
Those present had all made their battle preparations. This time they had brought out their full strength, including Janie, Locke, the swamp ants, Tanaya, Angela, Mara, the Silkworm Queen, the Scented Butterfly, the Flame Scorpion, Korram, as well as six formidable magic puppets.
Each of their powers far surpassed the Level 3 threshold.
Now, they had gathered the intel they needed and made all necessary preparations. Everything was in place, missing only the execution of their plan.
The moment of action was clearly upon them.
"Depart."
