Lucius gazed in the distance as he heard the faint tremors in the ground.
"Oh?" His brows furrowed his he thought of something.
He waited for a few seconds, before his brows furrowed even more. He turned towards Donald and spoke.
"When was the last when we got a report from the scouts?" Lucius questioned.
"About an hour ago," Donald answered.
"An hour ago? And how many soldiers did they tell us?" Lucius asked again.
"Four hundred." He replied.
~Sigh~
Lucius sighed and shook his head. Seeing his reaction, both Gabriel and Donald were confused and wondered what happened. Even compared to Gabriel, who had fought in battles often, Lucius's experience with battles was greater.
After all, he had been in thousands of full scale conflicts right from when he was a child. The Barrom clan was ruthless, and it wasn't uncommon to see ten year old children fighting on the front lines.