Augustus staggered through the village roads, watching the people evacuate from the outer rim, his eyes wandering around the area, "Did I make a mistake in my judgements?"
He'd retrieved his sword from his quarters and was heading towards the battlefield, an intense gleam in his eyes. He looked from left to right, the entire village was in a big mess.
'This wasn't part of the plan. The village is a panicking mess now.' Augustus turned to the side, then paused, drawing his blade. He saw the village militia marching to the gates.
Augustus caught the fleeting trace of Aaron leading the army, and his eyes twitched, 'I guess he was too late to the party. That means Lily's the one in charge of the main forces!'
Augustus felt a cold shiver run down his spine, but he could care less for that now. It'd be a shame if she could not handle the enemy forces alone, but he could not give any help.
