Halie and Charlie were both prepared for the worst. Neither truly knew what they were going to do—neither had ever been placed in charge of an army before. The two simply weren't built for that role.
As for the commanders and soldiers, they looked up to them. Those eyes filled with admiration felt more like weights pressing down on their shoulders.
"Say, Charlie… you know, I don't think I'm the leader type," Halie said, glancing at him. "I basically just let my monsters do as they wish… what about you?"
Charlie sighed. "I'm just mid or rearguard. I'm not taking the front no matter what they tell me."
He began preparing for battle, retrieving a new suit from his storage—a battle robe studded with fire crystals.
"Well, me neither," Halie replied. "I'll have Salamadra take the front. We can ride on Shelder, my earth tortoise, and… I'll have my electric creature Ziggy become a Wyver. I think that will help."
