Archer watched as the Draconian fleets returned to Emberport, battered but not broken. When he saw the sight, he sent a message to Olivia. 'How long until the 1st Fleet can be at Avidia?'
The white-haired beauty instantly answered cheerfully. 'A few hours if we sail at full speed. What's wrong, darling?'
'The Alliance is beginning to overwhelm the navy,' he revealed. 'I need my finest ships to guard Avidia from them.'
Silence overtook for a minute before she responded. 'On our way, I'm bringing the 2nd and 3rd as well. They've been helping me out with the escorting missions.'
Following that, Archer turned back to the 1st Legion that was forming up to march out to attack the Darkthorne fortress. Just then, he leaped off the wall and landed beside Elara, who was giving out orders.
''Arch, we are ready to launch the attack,'' she revealed. ''The scouts have reported that all the Alliance forces are still two weeks away.''
