They were other leaders who came toward Galahad after wearing armors.
Frederick Hale, a man in his thirties with broad shoulders and a muscular build held a spear in his hand.
Lyra Moonveil wore light armor with a bow attached to her back, her brown hair tied in a bun.
Eldrin Vael, an elderly man, stood in a magical robe. They were prepared as well.
Galahad glanced at them. "Are you all ready?"
"Yes, Commander!" they replied in unison.
Galahad nodded. "Go. Take each side of the base and handle our soldiers well."
At his simple command, they moved instantly.
Galahad looked forward again.
"They chose a bad day to attack," Caspian said quietly.
Galahad nodded. "They did."
"Do you think someone strong like you might also be present with them?" Caspian asked curiously. Galahad was the strongest, at sixth rank. A Mystic Sovereign. Caspian followed behind him at fifth rank. A Transcendent.
They were the powerhouses of the current army.
