“Why would anyone want to start a war, a controlled war no less? Plenty reasons, but unfortunately we don’t have time to discuss them now, or ever for that matter. Goodbye!” she said and raised her blade.
“How did you know where the meeting would be?” she asked after getting her thoughts together. “Did the Alliance contact you while I was gone
"Then let's not stay here for long, because now they know we are here." Says Corvo as he draws his sword.
“Then how do you explain all the things that still happen to them now?” Savannah then asked me now sounding implacable.
“We are under attack. You have heard of the Ethynnian Empire in your studies, right?” I nodded. “Well, they have decided it was time they invaded Mendos. They came from the sea, and are now entering the city.”
“I don’t know, but we need to look for information before we can go back.”
“But, where did they come from?" she asked. He glanced at her, smiled, but did not answer her question
“Ok lets see here. Um fire resistance. No. Fear of going to school. No. Ahh dream regeneration. Yes!” and she handed the wolf a vial with a murky purple liquid in it. We said our thank yous and goodbyes and went outside of the shop to the parking lot.
“Where are they?” he wondered, tense at the absence of their enemy. “Why aren’t they attacking?”
Wolf frowns. "All due respect, but we're not going to be able to help with that. We're soldiers, not spies."
Gemma took a deep breath, and when she spoke again her voice was steady. “I mean that we can’t go to war.”
She clenched her fists. “Is it my fault they refuse to treat? Fah! We’ll assign military along the border.” She scowled. “It’ll only lead to more bloodshed, but at least the commonfolk will be safe. For now.”
“no more questions? Good lets move this along. We are a dying breed and whatever is left of us is being killed off which isn’t exactly a good thing so now I’ll turn it over to Father Luccia who hopefully has a game plan. As for me I have to go but keep me informed…”
“Stay where you are at, you are safe there, atleast for now. We are sending a plane that is carrying new weapons, food, water, and gear to help kill Omegas. It will be over head by noon.”
“Ah okay, I get what you mean. But what does all this have to do with finding our Chosen?” Zane asked impatiently.