Breston regarded the mongrel's face, obscured by a visor.
"I know you sent your knights to Balto," Breston said with absolute conviction. "You made us believe they were going to Hoover Strait to take back Anatol's seized vessels when this was your objective all along."
"I don't see why you would require my answer when you seem convinced already," Calypse quipped derisively before steering his horse right.
As if noting the arrival of fresh troops, the dullahans at the gate began to fan out left and right. Their movements seemed less of a coordinated strategy under someone's instruction and more of a reflex to an enemy sighting.
After carefully observing the confused cavalry, Calypse signaled his knights to advance. He likely wanted to use this opportunity to charge and breach the gate.
Breston swiftly moved to block him. The damned monsters were the least of his concerns when his long-desired ambition was on the verge of crumbling.