Pageis stood in the skies above Kizan, his initial uneasiness giving way to the calm that came from years of experience defending the town. The weight of the situation was palpable, but he had faced countless magic beast incursions before, each one honing his instincts and sharpening his resolve. He took a deep breath, centering himself, and turned to Louk, who remained steadfast beside him, the third eye on his forehead radiating awareness.
"Louk," Pageis began, his voice steady and authoritative, "we need to adhere to the protocols necessary for handling a Slaughter-class beast tide. First, we must hold the fort and ensure the safety of the key assets within the town such as the spirit stone deposits and other valuable goods while we send out an emergency long-ranged communication signal to the Central High Tower. Reinforcements from a third-rank High Sorcerer will be crucial if we are to withstand the impending onslaught."
Louk nodded, his expression serious yet focused.
