The air was heavy that morning, thick with tension that just lay over the town like fog. Anybody could feel it; Alex certainly could. It wasn't anymore some kind of fear of the unknown; more like anticipation of what was to come. The rumors had spread like wildfire: the Demon King's general, Drax, was en route. And this time, it wasn't going to be a skirmish but a siege.
Standing at the edge of the town's outer walls and peering over, Alex looked to the distance for what would arise. His clones were in place at several key points; townspeople readied-what little that could be done-armed with weapons in hands and shining eyes, fearful and determined.
Off to the side, Lena's hand was clamped tight around the hilt of her sword. She turned a strained face to Alex. "They'll be here soon. Are we really ready for this?"
