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Standing on the front line of the elven army early the next morning, I was one of the first to see the approaching army.
Ariadne had stationed the entire army by the city gates, with the archers mounted high on top of the walls and the rest of us standing on the ground in their shadow, the shallow moat at our backs. After we got word from the portal that Goldie had arrived, we’d had to throw the idea of sleep out the window. If we wanted to be prepared for what would happen next, we’d have to spend the remaining amount of time that we had making sure we were ready.
As I glanced at the elves who stood next to me on either side, all of them heavily armed with swords and axes and spears, I noticed that some were yawning, a few others’ heads were nodding, and still more had glazed eyes a
