The many beautiful, naked women in Ethan's tent drifted toward the clothes scattered across the floor, while he himself began to dress.
Amelia, however, skipped the mundane process entirely. A casual flick of her fingers and a simple whispered spell were all it took for her clothes to materialize onto her body.
Once ready, she walked over to Ethan to help him dress as well.
"Be careful, love. Mommy will always be watching from above, but don't get overconfident. At any sign of danger, don't hesitate to retreat, okay? Just call my name and I'll make hell rain down on those pigs!" Amelia said, her voice heavy with concern as her delicate fingers adjusted the buckles and belts of his clothing.
She wasn't exaggerating.
For a mage of her caliber, wiping out an army like that would take only a few spells. Without another mage of similar power on the enemy's side, not even two hundred thousand men could hope to survive her wrath.
