"Everyone gathered here should know that the beast tide is dangerous and deadly, and many of us might die. But still, knowing this, we are all gathered here to fight. I respect all of you who have come knowing this," the blindfolded old man said with a commanding presence. "The beast tide, according to our information, will reach Hunter City in three minutes, so there isn't time to waste."
His words resonated with the warriors, instilling both fear and resolve. Apollo steadied himself, feeling the weight of the impending battle. He looked around him, observing the resolve in the eyes of the people surrounding him, and breathed in deeply, preparing himself for the coming collision.
"The army shall be broken into thirty units, each of about two thousand fighters, and they shall be commanded by the individuals standing around me," the blindfolded old man went on to say.
