Still, Atticus exchanged a glance with Whisker.
Whisker nodded.
"Get in formation," Atticus said calmly.
The response was immediate. The fortress erupted into motion as soldiers snapped back into position. The walls bristled with artilleries and cannons, the gates slamming shut as barriers locked into place.
Whisker stepped forward alone, stopping just after the massive gate. His smile remained easy as the enemy advanced.
The champions moved forward. Each step they took carried weight, their wills bleeding outward and twisting the air around them.
But Whisker only let out a small sigh.
"I really should be charging extra for this."
As their wills surged, he raised an arm, yawned, then grinned.
"Manifest."
A massive gate tore open behind him.
From it poured an army of feral beasts, roaring as they surged straight into the champions.
Their eyes widened, and Wills flared immediately.
