"Then it's decided. We're going to face the zombies again, and this time it's going to hit even harder. Brace yourselves, everyone, because this time I can't guarantee anyone in this room will return unscathed.
Say your goodbyes to your family members properly, if you think you will not be able to make it back this time.
Derein and I will attempt to contact the masked gentleman. The rest of you, gather your soldiers and prepare. We'll meet near the outskirts in 10 minutes. Thank you, ladies and gentlemen. I'll take my leave now." Arthur's commanding voice echoed as he and Derein exited the room.
Arthur strode down the hallway, Derein by his side.
"Do you have a way to contact him?" Arthur inquired with a sad expression.
"I do," Derein replied, her expression neutral.
"So, are you going to call him? Something seems off from your expression," Arthur prodded.