Hmm... Raelis glanced around. This is definitely not how I imagined a peaceful envoy to look.
Auren had gathered all of his forces, every single one of them.
It seemed like he didn't distribute them according to their talents like Raelis did.
Those who looked scrawny, and even those who were injured, no one was left behind.
Raelis asked Auren about it, and he was met with a pretty obvious answer.
"If you have 83 other people at your disposal, use them to the fullest."
In a way, it made sense. And it was something Raelis probably should have done as well.
But in the end, he sought fairness, and role distribution seemed just, even if slightly foolish.
Nevertheless, they made their way through the lands until, eventually, the Red team's castle was off in the distance.
Cannons lined its walls, aimed right at them.
Yet they weren't being fired, which meant that Clea must've succeeded.
Speaking of Clea, Raelis spotted a blue butterfly flying in from the distance.
