"Why are you so gloomy? I thought you'd like what I proposed, hahaha!"
The leading Bulltor let out a booming laugh. Following his earlier proposal to John, a wave of agreement had rippled through the Sacred Bloodline descendants.
They quickly organised themselves into twelve different groups, each with twenty elite Bulltors, led by one of the Twelve. Even Galnar, despite the gruesome wounds John had inflicted upon him, didn't hesitate to join the party.
From the looks on their faces, anyone could tell how excited and impatient they were to march toward their enemy's territory and confirm John's wild claims. Behind the vanguard, several small groups of Bulltors formed up, intended to act as a communication chain back to the main base.
Even the two thousand wounded moved to the walls, watching the different groups of their kin walk away, with eyes filled with a mixture of doubt and desperate hope. The entire atmosphere was charged with a frantic anticipation.
