Two days had passed since Ethan’s duel with Rex, and the Allied Tribes were finally making their way towards the front lines of the battlefield.
The tension was high, which was to be expected since they were headed to nowhere fun.
They were going to war, and that meant that countless lives would inevitably be lost because of it.
The Allied Tribes knew that they needed to make their stand, or else, they'd be completely wiped out by their Aggressors. The other forces within the Lands of Alastor were also paying close attention to this battle.
Most of them just want to be spectators, while others thought of this as a good opportunity. As to what that opportunity was, none could tell except their leaders.
Ethan was sound asleep, his head resting on Lily’s lap. He had just drank one of the sleeping potions personally made by the Head Shaman, Safiya, so that he could properly rest despite the fact that the road was quite bumpy.