It was late at night.
At that moment, Elena, Miria, and the twenty-seven Claymore women under their command were camping on a relatively flat stretch of wilderness.
Originally, they could have traveled on foot without sleep, covertly rushing straight toward the Organization's lair in the Far East, namely Staford. However, since the horses needed rest, and considering the Organization's massive intelligence network and the large number of warriors stationed along the Far East's borders, they ultimately decided to travel by horse—a grandiose method that preserved their stamina—at an unhurried pace.
They intended to openly announce to the world, and to the Organization, the arrival of the Claymores, then openly destroy the Organization and carry out that moment of Judgment!
Because this was a war!
A war of revenge!
For a century, the Organization had occupied this enormous island, researching and releasing yoma, slaughtering towns, plundering wealth, and conducting cruel human experiments on countless boys and girls. All of it had continued for nearly a hundred years.
Over that century, the number of towns the enemy had destroyed and lives it had ruined was incalculable. Saying it numbered in the millions or tens of millions would still be an understatement.
Thus, in view of the Organization's countless crimes and unspeakable atrocities, they intended to defeat and utterly destroy it in an honorable, head-on battle!
Another reason, naturally, was Clare. Since the Organization had captured their companion Clare, they had no choice but to announce their coming retaliation through a frontal assault, warning the Organization not to act rashly. Perhaps this would make them hesitate and preserve Clare's life?
Of course, this approach might not necessarily be useful.
After all, having once been warriors of the Organization, they knew its arrogance and cruelty all too well, and remembered them vividly. Yet for