As the early dawn light bathed the defensive walls of the Northern Province, the air was alive with a mix of tension and determination. Mikhailis stood beside Elowen and Count Arvis, observing the soldiers below, all in high spirits after their victory against the first wave of the Tanglebeetles. He adjusted his glasses, casually remarking.
"Twenty-seven days of attacks left, huh?"
Count Arvis froze, his eyes narrowing as he slowly turned towards Mikhailis. His brows knitted together, suspicion and curiosity filling his expression.
"What did you say? How did you know that there would be another twenty-seven days of attacks of the Tanglebeetles attack waves?" Arvis's voice was barely above a whisper, yet it held an edge that demanded an answer.
Mikhailis blinked, raising an eyebrow at the unexpected reaction.
