Power-wise, they clearly surpass us all.
Hehehe. But with our overpowered crafts and weapons—which we've been secretly developing to oppose Freya when the time comes—they'd be nothing more than fodder!
Breaking news: half of our men now have fractured bones.
This is not a drill!
Chief told them to go back, said we weren't joining any suspicious or overly friendly factions.
But then, the terrifying one with crimson eyes stepped forward.
"Uhm… listen to me," she began, "we just wanted to—"
"Shut up!!" our Chief barked.
As he should. Looks like he hasn't gone completely soft in the head after all.
Still, the moment she started talking, her aura flickered—unstable. A telltale sign of someone activating a speech-type spell… or some manipulative enchantment.
…Or maybe it was just Magic Conversion.
Eh. Doesn't seem likely.
Either way, that "shut up!" from our Chief really seemed to tick off the rest of them. And then? All hell broke loose.
