After the announcement the Awakeners were given separate rooms and time to prepare for the upcoming battle.
And the Juggernauts led by Derek found their own spot to rest and strategiest.
The heavy doors shut behind them with a thud, shutting out the buzz of the fortress square. They stood inside a sparsely furnished war room, dimly lit by mana-lamps. A long table sat in the middle, unrolled maps still trembling slightly from the earlier commotion.
Kaelen flopped into the nearest chair with a dramatic groan. "Mutant tyrants? Two of them? Great. Just what I needed. I was this close to a week of naps and steak."
Alira leaned against the wall, arms crossed. Her face was calm, but Kaelen noticed her knuckles were white. "Can we really defeat a Tyrant? I don't mean to demoralised you guys but I don't have any confidents."
