Merlin was left with a whole mountain of work, like a lot, and it was all thanks to Yog's stupid order. Currently, thirty-two void dragons have arrived at the camp, and she is supposed to build a temporary base for each of them to swallow and use as mobile bases?
"Are we supposed to just wait here?" One of the void dragons asked, and Merlin threw a stare at him. "For now, yes. As stated before, the angels and archons will protect you. You don't need to fight unless your life depends on it. In the future, you will be carrying thousands of angels inside your stomach, so your death dooms them as well."
The dragon frowned, and then looked up. "I'm certain I can kill a few of those abominations. I might not be powerful enough to match the archons, but this is all I'll do: what I can. If this camp is destroyed, I'll be killed."
