Luka led the group on Furia at a canter.
Unlike previous battles, he couldn't rush and exert himself too much. Though the distance to the eastern forest wasn't that far, if Furia and the others became fatigued, then their chances of victory would collapse.
Once he left the ramparts, the remaining forces sealed the doors.
"Let's go, we have less than two hours to clear the forest." He glanced back at the main gate, knowing that Iris would soon guide Gerard to the secret passage the Amol Warriors created over the past few decades.
Behind him, Galatea, Luvia, Vaun and Brea followed in almost silence.
Surprisingly, Luvia, Vaun and Brea formed a row, while Galatea walked ahead of them with a slight frown and furrowed brows.
'I have to improve their relations—It's detrimental for them to hate each other.'
"Forget it, there's nothing I can do right now."
He snagged Furia's reins before galloping towards the distant forest, each step sending reverberations through his body.
