The following days were rocked by the council's shift in plans and decisions.
Under Elena's commands, the ship soared through the sky, its repaired dark hull sparkling as bright as the citizens' hopes of settling in peace. They flooded the deck during the travel, fresh winds ruffling their hair and eyes locked on the horizon. Each time a village or town came into sight, the noise of their delighted claps overwhelmed the hum of the mana engines.
They watched the strongest summoned leap down, clamouring they had to join them safely after registering as mercenaries before resuming their journey toward the heart of the Lionheart kingdom.
Though many disagreed with the distribution of their forces, Julius felt at ease knowing most would survive. After all, Gaston's heartless idea, supported by Nathan and Zeph, disregarded their weaker members to focus on the elites.
