Medisha sat clad in silver armor atop her unicorn. Her visor was down, revealing only her eyes, petite nose, and mouth. The Elf Princess pressed her lips together, holding onto her long shuttle, silently watching the scene before her.
Behind her were Yuta, Fern, and nearly a thousand cave dwellers. The cave dwellers hunched over, shrouded in dark, spiky metallic armor, and held giant spears like creatures of war.
Yet this army did not stand in the direct path of the Jandener forces.
Medisha watched the battle silently.
Yuta couldn't understand: "Aren't we going up?"
"That is not our enemy, Yuta, I never said our target wasn't Madara." Medisha replied, looking at the distant mountain.
"But... they can't hold them back!" The Maid Corps Commander was a bit nervous as the army approached menacingly.
"The Lord has his plans." Medisha glanced back at her, smiled slightly, a cool gaze embodying unquestionable trust: "You're too tense."
