The vibrant explosions marked the start of the clash between the two factions. Troy, Julia, and Gregory, the three Lords of the Eternal Blade, stood atop their castle. Their eyes locked on the far horizon.
The only thing they could hear through the communication channels they had established with the scout teams were their screams of anguish as they fell, one by one.
Julia sighed. "Was it necessary to sacrifice a part of our forces to weed them out?"
From her point of view there was no need to exercise caution. The Indomitable Alliance was nothing but a sham in her eyes.
Troy grimaced.
"Don't underestimate them. Even if they don't have Lords, they still have earned a spot in the blessed lands. There is a reason for that…"
He paused, an image of Michael smiling menacingly, with a finger over his lips, resurfacing in his mind.
"Plus… I have a nagging suspicion that they have some kind of plan…"
Gregory chuckled.
"Even if they do. What can they possibly do to us?"
