A Dance!
Hearing the rough estimate he said made everyone speechless. They were worrying to death from just one thousand, and he casually raised it to twenty folds at least without flinching or even showing he cared about that.
"What's the plan then," Sara's mother sighed, "at least tell me you have one."
"It's simple," William spoke in a very carefree way, as if he was speaking about an attack from silver grade masters or something, "when they'll come here, they will get forcibly limited by the laws of our world. And so, they'll be in their most vulnerable status…"
"Don't tell me you plan everything only on this," Sara's mother panickily interrupted him, "damn! You can't be serious, right?"
"Well, with the weakening formations, we can have a smooth start," William cleared his throat, "that's why we need to lay down as many formations as we can until they come."
"..." Sara's mother looked at everyone in silence, "you can't think this is a good plan, right?"