Satou stood from the bed slowly, the weight of TheReaper's warning still settling over him like a heavy cloak. The spell's information had been comprehensive—troop numbers, hero abilities, tactical suggestions—but it was the underlying message that stuck with him most.
Don't die before we can fight properly.
Even a legendary hero who'd killed twelve demon lords thought he was worth preserving as a future opponent. The thought would have been flattering if it wasn't so terrifying.
Jessica sat up beside him, her hair tousled from their intimate reunion, eyes watching him with concern. "Satou? What's wrong? That message—it was from TheeReaper, wasn't it? The legendary hero?"
"Yes," Satou confirmed, reaching for his shirt. His mind was already racing through tactical implications, defensive preparations, resource allocation. One month. Maybe less. "The humans are coming. thousand troops, four summoned heroes, siege weapons, everything."
