"A General is coming!"
The sentence was spoken in a suppressed whisper, but it sent ripples that spread through the spectators the same awe the owner of the voice was feeling.
There was wariness, apprehension, fear, but also zeal, anticipation, excitement.
Everyone turned to the same direction Lucas was looking in, eyes blazing with different emotions, some suppressed, some shining bright.
Of course, there was Captain Rosecullen. He was fired up by the information, so much so that the weight pressing down on him seemed to keep diminishing under his newfound might.
His energy had never flowed so smoothly before. His potential had never been laid as bare before him as it was now. For a moment, he thought he might climb higher, with just a small push being all it would take to touch the realm above with his mind, then later, with enough energy prepared, with his body.
He grinned at Lucas:
