Chapter 88: Preparation
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."
The trauma from fighting the imitation of Ashmane still lives rent free in her mind. She couldn’t defeat an imitation so how was she suppose to defeat a real Tyrant.
Neal didn’t sit. He stood near the window, watching the distant hills beyond the fortress walls. "You’re right. We don’t have the necessary power to defeat a Tyrant by ourselves but we are not alone. So more or less we may have a chance given that the reports were true and that it is a peak gold rank Tyrant instead of an epic."
Kaelen raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, believe me I’ve got tremendous luck, the Tyrants are not Epic ranks and we’re not just anyone, right?"
Kaelen was spouting nonsense again not even making any point.
Derek ignored his son’s usual nonsensical bravado, arms folded as he paced around the room. "The problem isn’t just the tyrants. It’s that they’re mutants. If they evolve mid-fight like the records say, the entire battle could turn in seconds."
Then he continued to share his thoughts.