SAOIRSE and Demitrius, together the army of mythical creatures went to the City of Merigon, to claim the throne. They were planning a surprise attack but they can't be too resilient. They tried to bring as many possible. Most of them are not equipped to fight but they are driven by rage for the death of their loved ones. They wanted to avenge their home that was destroyed by Faustus. Even the most delicate and gentle mythical creature can be savage when suppress.
"How are you feeling?" Demitrius asked Saoirse.
"I'm fine," she answered with a weak smile. They were currently marching to the city. They can't fly since not all of them have the ability to do so. They need their full force at once.
"You should have stayed inside Enchata, you're safer there," he said.
"My liege, how many tim
