A flicker of realization crosses Zyra's face, followed by urgency. "You're right. The gateway doesn't stay open for long. If we miss this chance, we'll have no choice but to wait."
She looks back at her people and raises her voice. "Everyone, prepare to move out! Those who wish to follow His Majesty, gather what you need—we leave now!"
The entire cavern stirs with activity. Assassins vanish into the shadows, retrieving weapons, supplies, and essentials. Within moments, the entire tribe is mobilizing.
As the Umbral swiftly prepare to move, Grixx steps beside Alix, his expression one of deep respect. "Your Majesty, congratulations on gaining another powerful race for the kingdom," he says.
Berko nods in agreement, a grin on his face. "Indeed. The Umbral are assassins born and trained in the shadows. With them, our forces grow even stronger."
Alix acknowledges their words with a small smirk. "They'll be useful."
