Ten minutes later, the gates of the Dragon Scales Village opened once more.
Thousands of fanatical Dog-headed Men brandished their weapons, holding high banners that had just been painted. The steel war chariots belched thick smoke again, outlined with black ink depicting the sacred badge of Bahamut.
The massive crowd surged like a tide into the darkness.
Soon, they disappeared.
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Half an hour later, the elder was awakened by the sound of alarms.
Opening her eyes, she saw the projection of the guards behind the curtains.
"What's going on?" she asked.
"Your Excellency, someone has arrived; it's people from the Dragon Scales Village, too many to count!" the guard said anxiously. "A few minutes ago, they crossed the boundary monument, they're almost at the village gates."
War?!
The first conclusion emerged in the elder's mind but disappeared quickly. She asked again, "What about the sentry post?"
