"General!" Shouted his subordinates already rushing to get into position.
"Yes, I felt!" And in a more mournful, magical voice, he said as if almost to himself. "It would have been impossible to do otherwise."
He He placed his sublimely chiseled headgear on his haughty head covered with a short colombine hair and positioned himself at the head of his army, standing defiantly and gracefully, enthroned as the true fortress atop these magical borders.
The commotion intensified and became an earthquake that shook even the great defensive walls.
"How many of them are there?" demanded the general, taking out his combat weapons made of the same metal with which the pillars that supported the place where he was standing had been fashioned, also beautifully chiseled works of art, of which he to
