At Fycro's main camp north of Highland City, Fycro was listening to reports from several holy masters.
"My lord, there are at least 100,000 mages on the Floating City. We can't take them out."
"Enchanters," Fycro corrected.
"Saleen only mobilized half of his forces. His followers and 30,000 of his elite troops have not participated in the fighting."
"Not even once?" Fycro asked.
"Saleen modified the Bug Angel Armor, and the weaknesses did not show at all," the holy masters explained in a dejected manner.
"That's normal. If he would have fallen for something like that, he wouldn't have been able to establish a kingdom of his own," Fycro said. "It's not your fault. Abominations of true might level will show in two more days. We only need to sit back and watch then."
None of the holy masters knew what he was up to, but all of them completely trusted their Lord Oracle.
