"Let's document everything first," Maxim suggested.
Even with the king's personal guarantee, they knew promises meant little without proof. If this was a trap, evidence would be their only defense.
Lucien summoned a swarm of Gargoyle Drones.
Stone wings whirred as they scattered across the sky, recording every detail.
– the barren stretch of land beyond their kingdom's border.
– the endless tide of monsters massed behind the opposite wall.
– the conspicuous absence of the federation's stationed soldiers.
"This will stand as evidence," Maxim said grimly. "Proof that we acted only if forced."
Just then... the earth shuddered.
The horde stirred and began to march in eerie unison. Dust trembled with each step.
"Ready the airship ballistae!" Edric barked.
The airships climbed higher. The massive bolts angled down, ready to strike.
But the monsters halted again.
Edric slammed his fist on the railing. "Damn it! They're toying with us!"
