They returned to the army of the great clan Valor. The rows of Squires were standing under the dull sky, with dozens of Knights placed loosely throughout the formation. Most of them wore suits of masterfully crafted plate armor, some holding shields. Surprisingly, very few had already summoned their weapons, as if waiting for something.
Looking at the hundreds of Awakened who were calmly preparing for battle, Sunny couldn't help but feel a strange incongruity.
This was not the largest military force he had seen, by far. During the Antarctica campaign, Sunny had witnessed great masses of human warriors clash with boundless hordes of abominations... tens or thousands of soldiers and scores of hulking MWPs, supported by numerous turrets, artillery vehicles, and thunderous rail guns that rained fire on the enemy.
The armies of the two great clans were modest, in comparison. There were maybe two thousand Awakened gathered on the gloomy plain, with a scattering of Echoes supporting them. There was the dark river of Nightmare Creatures enthralled by Beastmaster, as well... but overall, it all seemed strangely insignificant in scope and scale.
However, he couldn't shake off the feeling that the small number of warriors in front of him were much more dire of a force than any he had seen before.
And then there were the Saints.
Whispering Blade, Sky Tide, Summer Knight... Beastmaster, Silent Stalker, Dire Fang.
Mordret's Reflections, Morgan's Echoes.
There were Sunny and Nephis, as well.
'This... is going to be a massacre.'
Sunny was not a member of Clan Valor, and as such, he was not familiar with the nuances of their training. Not really knowing where to place himself, he simply walked over to where Nephis and Cassie were standing. Jet followed, summoning an unfamiliar glaive.
Coincidentally, that placed them near Morgan, as well.
The Princess of War gave them a curious look.
"Master Sunless, Master Jet... what a nice surprise to see you here. Have you decided to keep us company today?"
She briefly glanced at Nephis and smiled.
Sunny lingered for a bit, then shrugged.
"Yes. We have our reasons."
Jet was more direct. Looking at Morgan with a carefree expression, she nodded.
"Indeed. Someone has to keep you bastards alive, so that you could keep everyone else alive."
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