Allen was anxious, sweat dripping from his forehead. In just a week, Xion had pulled together a sizable force to face the rebels pressing at the city gates.
The soldiers were those Darius had left behind, along with the ones Berry had managed to bring back.
Even though Berry's forces were crippled and far from battle-ready, they still stood with their spines straight.
However, what worried Allen most was Xion. With no reply from the border, his teacher had become silent.
Since Xion was carrying out his duties perfectly, the others couldn't see it. But this facade couldn't fool him.
When eating, Xion seemed to just shove the food down his throat, and despite the nausea building in his guts, he would still eat it all.
Almost as if he was forcing himself to stay afloat.
The exhaustion of these months had started to catch up to them all. With how thin Xion's arms had become, it was evident what was eating at him.
