"Is everyone ready?" Vorren asked his subordinates. They had gathered at the outskirts of Averin City, where the main headquarters of the Marten Race was located.
"Sir, I have a bad feeling about this mission," said one of Vorren's subordinates. "I feel like we're walking into some kind of trap."
Vorren glanced at his subordinate and nodded in agreement.
"I feel the same," Vorren said. "The number of people on our side isn't that big, yet we haven't encountered any obstacles until now. We could very well be walking into a trap. But we have no choice but to jump headfirst into that trap if it means getting our Prince back.
"I'm sure all of you know what kind of person his father is. Even if we meekly wait for our reinforcements to arrive, the chances of us being spared once the General finds out we have allowed the Prince to get captured by the humans are nil.
"That's why, even if we have to make sacrifices… even if you and I die, we must do this mission so others may live."
