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The battered infantry, the one that now housed most of the remaining Mercenary-Guards including Shitsubo, was not too far off from the main army's position.
They were perhaps five kilometers apart, if one could even imagine traveling on a straight, unobstructed pathway in this place.
Gates have always tended to have their share of unforgiving terrains and hostile inhabitants, but this one was not of a kind that most of the hardened Evolves under the temporary employment of the Black Trident Tower were used to seeing.
Yet not all of them were unearthly shook by the scarring, sudden appearance of that prehistoric, reptilian Arcane-being. Scared shitless, but not totally surprised.
Especially not the head of that now-decimated rearguard march.
There was, after all, a plan, and it was, in its essence, quite simple: Warden Astrid's second-in-command, the giant - Acolyte Orgten, was to make absolutely certain that the flank of the main army was not assaulted from behind.
