In the end, after five days, the entire elite strength of the Fox Guild finally gathered in the Medium World.
It was a sight that made even the Purgators' sentries grow quiet with respect. Five hundred thousand—no, far more—masters stood in perfect formation, all gathered around their sole master and leader: William.
William stood on a raised plateau, his eyes moving slowly over the sea of faces. He saw the new equipment, the fresh banners, and the unmistakable aura of a battle-hardened army.
"Interesting," William said, a slight, knowing smirk playing on his lips as he looked at the faction leaders. "I thought I told you to bring ten thousand each, so you wouldn't endanger the current battles back home. And here you are, bringing at least triple that number each! You've been busy, it seems."
