A few weeks later. The Island of Naxos.
"Darsy, take it easy!" Pipe yelled.
"I know! Do not kill anyone!"
This was one of the numerous basic rules of the last couple of weeks, but let’s get back to that later. My body-guards, several other Guardians and I were in the midst of the battle with one of the demonic units of Ares.
A couple of weeks ago, the Oracle predicted that we would all have a grand battle after the snow melted, and the enemy's army would be ten times greater than ours. Everybody had been waiting for and feared this prediction. That's probably what I saw in those weird visions in the catacomb.
So, now we knew two things: the approximate time of the battle and the number of enemies. We could do nothing with the first one, but we had already been working on the second
