Vadim PoV
With our wings, we flew to where Amelia and Alexos waited for us. The rest of our forces were on standby at the base of the mountain, a large contingent ready to respond at a moment's notice. As we descended, I could see the formation of soldiers, their banners fluttering in the wind, a stark reminder of the weight of our collective stakes.
Eiro stared down at them with a wary eye. The guy was so mistrusting. It made me wonder how Kira broke his shell. "You're sure they'll stay put?" he asked, as if expecting them to pounce at any moment.
"Absolutely," I replied, trying to project confidence. "Amelia's orders are clear. No one moves unless directed. We're here to talk, not fight."
"Right," Eiro said, skepticism dripping from his voice. "And how do I know that you're not just using this as an opportunity to ambush me?"
