"Great King! At most three days, and the Holy Legion's grand army will arrive!"
The scorching desert, a desolate environment, the Lizardman Kingdom.
The massive Lizardman seated on the throne gazed at the scout before it, its cold, vertical pupils flickering with a trace of light. It waved for the scout to withdraw, then turned to the other Lizardmen present: "Are the preparations I ordered ready?"
An elderly Lizardman stepped forward: "They are ready, Great King. 'Abinu's Mirror' is fully charged. When the Holy Legion's grand army presses in, we can project all the images to the entire world, letting the people see the vile acts of the Holy Legion."
"Hmm, very well. Since Saintess Charlette wants to do this, then let her pay the price."
