Admiral Yan was still lost in the strangeness of what had just happened. His body had crossed five hundred meters in a single second. He couldn't process it. Couldn't even begin to.
He barely managed to raise his head to meet Northern's lingering smile.
"Uhm, ehm…" His speech fell apart on the first try. He paused, forced himself to breathe in, breathe out, and tried again.
"General Sethran has asked me to tell you that the soldiers have been rounded as you instructed. Right now, in the kingdom, we can account for seven thousand mundane army and three thousand Drifters."
Northern considered this for a moment, then focused back on Admiral Yan.
"And the Drifters are mostly populated with what rank?"
Admiral Yan straightened, his posture becoming crisp and military.
