Dealing with the cultists in the wasteland and the "Sentinel" behind them was the only truly permanent solution. Gawain naturally understood that.
But the cultists' calculations were equally obvious: they knew that the vast and dangerous Gondor Wasteland was a safety barrier for them. Any army from the mortal world that attempted to fight within the wasteland would inevitably be placed at an extreme disadvantage. Shielded by that barrier, they seemed determined to keep developing in there to the bitter end. Until they had completed that "grand plan," they would never willingly come out.
Project 115 was not yet complete, the Typhonians' Mage Corps was still assembling, and the Silver Empire's wasteland expeditionary force was not ready either. Before the mortal world's strongest military forces were prepared, would those cultists finish their plan first? No one could say.
"...Perhaps we'll have to launch the counteroffensive early," Gawain said darkly, stroking his chin. "We can't make those cultists come out on their own, so we can only take the initiative ourselves... Even if it merely puts some pressure on that 'Sentinel,' it could interfere with its judgment and preparations."
"Charging into the wasteland while underprepared?" Milmina watched Gawain. "That doesn't sound like a good idea."
"...It's one option," Gawain said with a breath. "I'll communicate with Typhon and the Silver Empire, but if there's no other choice, we can only act early despite inadequate preparations."
"All right. I don't know much about warfare, and the one who did understand it managed to stupidly get himself killed," Milmina said, shaking her head with a trace of inexplicable sentiment before resuming her seated posture. "I'll find a way to crack the technological secrets behind those cubes. Though they were left behind by the Sailors... if a group of cultists with limited resources can