[6:00 PM.]
The vast military ground of the Ogre Nation was no longer filled only with soldiers; it was packed with every able-bodied Ogre as commanded. The crowd was a terrifying spectacle of over 800,000 individuals, their confusion palpable.
"Wow... Who would have thought you are so efficient," Xanor remarked, a flicker of genuine appreciation for the sheer numbers crossing his usually aloof expression.
Chad felt a cold dread pressing in on him. "What now? There are more than 800,000 here."
"Good," Shadow Eyes said, her eyes calculating the sheer volume of organic mass. "This number will suffice."
She ascended the high stage, her voice magically amplified, reverberating over the sea of anxious faces. "Everyone! You all know about the upcoming war, right?"
The crowd erupted in a cacophony of panicked, confused voices:
"Upcoming war?"
"Husband, are you going to war?"
"Why didn't you say something?"
"Dad, are you leaving?"
