Chapter 446: Attitude
“The sky is changing,” Kinu Mukari remarked in a low voice, gazing at the crimson sunset in the distance. He needed no Infinity Circle—his sight was sharp enough.
“It must be the sign of the Third Calamity our lord warned us about.”
“We’ve finished our preparations to stop them,” said one of the troops stationed along the city walls. Everyone stared at the blood-red moon hanging in the distance, their expressions tense.
“But... are we truly prepared?” Miliana asked with a firm expression, though her voice was laced with doubt.
“Our lord said that the Third Calamity, known as Lice, is a swarm of creatures with a form that’s hard to discern. Unlike Hekqet, they’re likely to be extremely small, almost impossible to detect with the naked eye.”
“Well, how are we supposed to help if we can’t even see them?” Beikan argued, his uneasiness clear.
“Not all battles can be won with the sword, you know? The same goes for the Calamities. You can cleave a rock with a blade, but you can’t cut through water.”
“I don’t know about that. I reckon our queen over here could cut even water,” Hashir remarked.
“Aren’t you cheeky?” Miliana snorted.
The Wolf-Fox leader shrugged nonchalantly.
“Our power isn’t limited to the sword,” Miliana went on, her expression turning serious again. “For this Calamity, it’s not the sword that we need. We need magic. Swordsmen must support the sorcerers in this fight. You understand what I’m saying, don’t you? That’s why I called you here.”
Miliana turned around, and the others followed her gaze toward the person she was addressing.