I soon let Remy lead me back to the commanders' tent.
Inside, various old men in military fatigues were making plans of attack. They were rating and placing Evolveds with compatible abilities in the front lines, and those with support or healing powers in the back.
"Lord Bennet, you came back. Here are the finalized plans."
One of the silver-haired gentlemen handed Remy some papers while others projected detailed formation drawings around the portal. They basically treated this as an Anniversary Game. They understood that if their predictions about the timing proved true, there was not a lot to fear. That kind of information was always enough to ensure victory.
The military contributed with explosives and other tactics aimed not to kill but to separate or incapacitate the creatures. Evolveds with enough firepower would finish the job. And then there was the poison.
