"They're almost here." Thirteen slowly opened his eyes as he looked toward the north.
The sun had just risen from the east, and yet, everyone was already geared up for battle.
Thirteen had sent his demons to scout ahead, making sure to check both under and above ground for any traces of the Azothralls.
Just as he expected, the Azothralls were moving under the ground, while the Artemians were on land and in the air, moving in a tight formation toward their direction.
He then tapped a few buttons on his communicator to connect to someone who was also paying close attention to what was happening at the moment.
"Are you in position?" Thirteen asked.
"Yes," Azoh'Dar, the Golden Azothrall who had allied with Thirteen, replied. "Just don't forget, we will not attack any of our kind. We will only target the Artemians."
"I understand," Thirteen answered. "Thank you for honoring your side of the agreement."
"So you should honor yours as well," Azoh'Dar stated.
