He was a 41 years old, and widely respected for his military achievements. His thick reddish-brown hair was wild and unruly, standing up like a lion's mane. His square jaw and strong build made him an imposing figure—still in his prime and full of energy.
Dominic clenched his back teeth hard. If only the Dalmasca Army would wait another six days—no, even just five—everything could be different.
After closing his eyes briefly, Dominic turned to face Vundo. "Mr. vundo, I know it's asking a lot, but I must request this. Could the Mage Control Association set up a teleportation magic circle? One that was large enough to transport five hundred troops, including cavalry—no, even one hundred would be enough. A circle big enough for both soldiers and horses."
