The clash of swords and the mingled cries of the soldiers filtered through the closed walls of the library.
Jafar took a step back from it, shaking, but still holding his sole weapon tightly, as though afraid to part with it.
Arslan tensed as well. " There are so many of them…"
" So he mobilized all of the guards, huh?" Harun mumbled, not standing up from his chair. He remained calm and composed even though a war was raging outside. Arslan couldn't help but blink at him in utter bewilderment.
" Aren't you worried?" He finally asked, and Harun looked up at the boy, as if trying to understand the meaning behind his questions.
" Say, Prince Arslan, in all honesty, considering this situation, what do you think would be the fate of Sindbad and Aladdin?"
Arslan clenched his fists. Although he wanted to believe in their abilities to stand against the Persian forces, it was all but impossible. " They will lose, definitely."
