"In the defense of Golden Sand City." Logan said calmly. "Now the Federation needs your power. Be my heroes."
Eleanor looked down at her hands. They were in a semi-transparent spiritual form.
She clenched her fist, feeling the energy flowing through her body. She looked up with a determined expression and said: "Although weak, I can fight. What do you need us to do?"
Logan pointed to the edge of the magic circle, where over a hundred spiritual forms were already taking shape. "This is the first group of heroes under the Spirit Palace. Three days from now, Shadow will launch a full attack. We need to hold Saint Heart City."
Marx and Eleanor exchanged a glance, then both saluted Logan. "Understood."
They turned and walked toward the forming spirits, starting to organize the hero units. Their movements were still a little awkward, but they already looked like commanders.
Logan watched this, his brow slightly furrowed.
