317. Blossoms
317
Mountainworld
Lausanne double checked her armor and triple checked her arsenal of spears. They were all tremendously powerful weapons, and there were fifty five of her peers around her. All of them were preparing for the battle. Ebon. Hoyia. Lausanne. The dwarven mage Blackthorn and many others prepared for a battle against the demon king.
Fifty five Level 140s would attempt the first attack on the demon king, and the hope was that some of them would make it past the finish line.
For some, the mood was relaxed. “I heard you’re making big waves on Twinspace.” Ebon grinned and tapped the matriarch on the shoulder. He looked proud of his fellow Order teammate.
“It has to be done.” Hoyia answered, the matriarch had more armor on than the rest of them. Her physical abilities were probably one of the weakest, so she had to shore it up with more armor and equipment. “Just as what we have to do today.”
Lausanne thought about what Hoyia did ever since the developments were updated on their shared intreenet. She was there during the crusades against Aeon and felt a little bit of unusual envy. She should’ve been there. She should’ve tried the same thing with Magisar, too.
Mages were not immune to religious propaganda, but as someone who grew up with Aeon in her life, it was just something so taken for granted that she didn’t even know where to start. For Hoyia, inventing a tale and a myth was perhaps easy. Maybe it was her class, that of a priest, that made storytelling easy.
Somehow, the knight noticed Lausanne. “Has someone relieved you on Magisar, Lausanne?”