"Mr. Losa is back!"
A young warrior of the Texas Wolf Race suddenly shouted in excitement, "Everyone, look, that's Mr. Losa!"
Before many words could be exchanged, the Texas Border Guards escorting the refugees arrived galloping on their mounts.
They had a look of mountainous reverence on their faces: "Mr. Losa, it's an honor to see you again. I heard about what happened on the Florida Coast; was it the handiwork of Ms. Jeanne?"
Losa admitted it openly, which was followed by cheers from the crowd.
"That's incredible!"
"What I was most worried about before were the British airships. After all, those things reportedly can fly above the clouds and drop bombs on us from overhead. Even if we mounted cannons on top of the mountain, we still wouldn't be able to reach them."
The Wolf Race isn't the Blood Royal Court, capable of assembling a bunch of construct demons as guards, and able to fly themselves, while also using various magic to defend against aerial attacks.
