They are coming.
"Prepare our defenses. The Earthbreeds have become stronger."
My armies' commanders saluted. "Indeed, My Lord."
"Lady Heather, our manpower?"
"Yes, Lord Franklin. We have 4 Gens, 20 Varmints, 18 Craftes, 6 Morphi, 9 Greens, and only a hundred Chiras left. Unfortunately, we lost all our puppets in Javelins".
"Didn't we ask for a thousand soldiers from Garryth?" I asked.
"They did not arrive yet, My Lord."
"When shall we expect them to come?"
"King Levine has promised to bring them personally after a week since we bought them. Yet they are not yet here, My Lord."
"Bullshit, we are being attacked right now and we are outnumbered."
"Shall we ask assistance from the Cambrions?" Heather asked.
"Send a Gen, at once."
She nodded and went outside the room.
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